The Senche-raht's final swing was dodged as a reflex by Gallus. He stepped back quickly as his packmates punctured the large Khajiit and guaranteed his demise. One quick look at Irenya's remains made his face darken for a moment before he quickly turned and raised his hammer. "Form up! Form up!" he shouted to the tatters of his forces. There was a sternness to his expression that was as stony as a wall. It looked strong enough to suppress turmoil from within and without. "Get in line! Stand fast!"

In contrast, Uthri shouted as she stabbed the Senche-raht over and over. She finished as she turned to run over to Irenya, sliding to her knees and dropping her bloodied spear. She reached out a hand and stopped it hovering over Irenya. If any clue of Uthri's previous joviality had been present, it was gone in that moment that she realised her friend's fate. She was transfixed on the edge of weeping in spite of the sounds of battle around her.

"You four! Get spears in to help S'nishi, now!" Gallus' commanding voice continued to ring out in the background as the soldiers tried to rally into formation. "Uthri!" She didn't respond to Gallus. "Damn it! Peiter! Help her up!" Gallus' shout was punctuated with hammer-point gestures to Peiter and Uthri in turn. The deep red blood dripping off the spike gave a certain weight to his argument.

The formation was at least partially restored, and not a moment too soon. A huge bolt of light streaked across the previously daunting enemy and broke up some of the phalanx. As the destination suddenly burst into a maelstrom of mist and ice, Gallus knew that it could only be Meesei. He decided to push the advantage on the point of impact.

"Hear me!" Gallus raised his hammer, "Refused formation! Advance on that breach! Double time!" Gallus lead the way as his line advanced from the middle first in jogging strides, forming a rapidly charging chevron. "Attack!" The battle joined with the broken formation for better or for worse.