Meesei breathed in, the scent of blood hanging heavy in the air. Some of the bystanders were still looking on at the scene, some in awe, some in disgust. As for herself, Meesei was not proud of her actions, though not necessarily because of only the wound she had inflicted. Her conflict came from the power she had held over the woman, and how she had used it. She had, of course, used her power in similar ways before, but she was no more content with her actions then as she was now. 

Meesei cast her eyes once more onto the wounded lycan Irenya was stabilizing. "There was little contest to it. I suppose Vile would have had a difficult time finding an Argonian woman who both looked like me, [i]and[/i] had comparable skills. The former might have been enough, had we not arrived. Still, she did not have exceptional control of her beast. She attacked directly, predictably. I would not call it much of a fight. I held all of the power, and it seems I used it." She sighed. The scratches on her sides that her opponent had managed to make were still open, and dripping down blood onto her waist, though Meesei did not appear to be paying them any mind. 

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Ma'tanza looked over to the hills in the distance and shrugged. [i]"Well, this one guesses we will find out soon enough if the clan is there. We have to be stopped here for some purprose.[/i]" She reasoned. [i]"Maybe...you could ask the Champion? This one doesn't know where she is, though. She hasn't seen her since we stopped here."[/i]

[i]"Qa'habi thinks he saw her leaving with some others earlier."[/i] He commented. [i]"This one was getting his lunch and wasn't paying too close of attention, though. If it was her, though, then they were heading towards the hills."[/i]

Ma'tanza nodded. [i]"Oh, well this may really be it, then. It's almost hard to think that we might get out of this desert soon."[/i]