Though it wasn't immediately visual, Sabine felt herself become relieved that Peiter had not been harmed by the Senche-raht appearing. As well, Meesei's reminder brought her focus back. She patted at her shoulder bag and felt the bulbous flask of one of her magicka potions as if she might have forgotten to bring them. Struggling to cast more ice spears didn't reminder her of them either until now. "Right, um..." Sabine's eyes wandered into space as she quickly put together an answer, "I used too much. I will drink one now." With that, she fished out a flask of blue liquid and drank it down as they advanced.

Janius provided similar support to when they slowed down the phalanx. From behind Kaleeth, Lorag, Do'ajee, and Ra'kalesh he sent fire spells in the direction of the enemy. If the fighters at the front came back for a short break, Janius took their place. As the undead werelion leapt forth from the top of the crenellations, he recognised it as the one that Ahnasha, had brought, but the way it fought was unsettling. He kept back while it did its job rather than get near its disturbing assault. He didn't even know that Ahnasha had been capable of making such vicious undead thralls. He had thought that he would have seen her practising more to get to this point. The idle thoughts on why that was were kept to the back of Janius' mind while the battle continued to rage.

Fendros was somewhat distracted as she joined Ahnasha in taking shots at the enemy below where he found viable targets. "The thrall, it's..." he paused to aim and loose an arrow, allowing another point to come up in his mind. "...Are you sure...? Well..." Fendros heard the breaking of glass and witnessed a partially obscured view of the undead werelion wreaking havoc in its own terrifying way. "Not to say it isn't effective, just that the others might be confronted by it on our side and..." Another arrow loosed, another thought, "...don't those things...when they die again, they...you know..." Fendros turned his head to the creature while he tried to find the words in all the things he was keeping track of. An end to the havoc was signalled with something ahead crumbling to dust after having killed many enemies. That put the words in Fendros' head. "Won't his friends want the body back?" It seemed to Fendros like a pointless discussion by now.

While the advantage was pressed from all sides, Gallus stepped back from the front line to take in the situation. "Keep up the attack!" He shouted while holding his hammer high. From his position on the ground, Ri'vashi's advance might have been hard to spot, but Ri'vashi's hulking armoured form was apparent enough over the heads of the clashing forces without her swinging her sword around in bloody arcs. Things were going very well, almost too well. Soon the enemy would break and the assault on the keep would begin. Only an attack by a reserve force from outside of the keep could stop them.

But they could have a secret door or some kind of sally port...

Gallus looked to Uthri and was reminded that she was not in the best of states for concentrating. He instead turned to Peiter in lieu of having a better runner. "Peiter!" Gallus beckoned him close and unshouldered a signal horn. The horn was pressed into Peiter's chest. "Get to one of the archer groups on the walls!" Gallus shouted into his face over the noise, "Find their leader! Tell him Gallus says to position someone on the gatehouse and look out for a flanking force! Hand him this horn so he can give a warning signal and then you head straight back here! Do you understand!?"