Peiter, in contrast to his usual behavior around Sabine, was rather quick in trying to pull himself away from her. "I'm fine, but..." He began, looking up towards the keep's balconies nervously. "We need to...focus, right now." He said, though inwardly, he was glad she was there, and obviously unharmed. 

Lorag, meanwhile, looked almost impatient as his gaze focused on the frontline itself. "Yeah, don't need to tell me twice. Anyone who can cast a spell, join up with the Clan Leader's mages and do whatever they ask you. Get some messengers to spread the word. Move it!" He ordered in an almost aggressive tone, very much reminiscent of a Legion commander. "Everyone else, form up and get ready to push into the keep."

Lorag wasted no time in moving as close to the front as he could, and almost seemed disappointed that he could not join in the fray immediately. Fighting at the keep's door meant that only a limited number of their own forces could fight against the enemy at once, and with the mages needing to get close behind the frontline, there simply was not room for him to move closer. But, he would be in the front as soon as possible. 

Ahnasha could not cast any spells herself that were worthwhile in trying to break wards, but there was still one way she could help. She found an open area nearby, then conjured up a flame atronach. She could not break a ward, but her daedra could. Unfortunately, there was not much else she could do for the moment, other than fire arrows randomly into the keep, as the enemy soldiers she could actually see were too close to her allies for her to be able to fire over their heads and still hit her targets.

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Under the cloak of invisibility, Meesei made her way through the halls of keep. Without knowing its layout, she did not know exactly where to go, but she could make a guess. Ra’jorr would want to eliminate the General Do’rhajul first and foremost, and the balcony they had spotted him on was a few floors above her. It would be the first place Ra’jorr would look, so Meesei would not be far behind. 

Once she found the stairs, Meesei rushed up the spiral staircase as quickly as possible until she felt that she was on the same level as that balcony. Fortunately, it did not take much searching to hone in on Ra’jorr’s position, as she could hear the sounds of battle echoing down the halls. Continuing at a full sprint, Meesei made her way towards the sound’s source. It grew louder and louder, until it finally led her to the proper room. 

With a heavy kick, Meesei burst through a wooden door into a rather expansive chamber. It was wide, with an even taller cealing, and overall, was large enough to be a monarch’s throne room. Though mostly empty, the decor suggested it could be used for large meetings or announcements to a crowd. Inside, a battle was already raging, and it was not going poorly. Ra’jorr’s men  had not only a numerical advantage, but considerable momentum. The enemy soldiers that were not being killed were being pushed back, but that did not remove Meesei’s worry. In fact, the sight of the person leading the defense only caused it to increase. At the center of the defensive line was an imposing Cathay-raht: Do’rhajul. Aside from his open-face helmet, the majority of his body was protected by plate armor in a distinctly Imperial style. He wielded in one hand a silver sword that would have been considered a greatsword for most soldiers. But, what was most interesting was his Dwarven shield. Meesei recognized it to be Spellbreaker, the legendary artifact of Peryite, which was said to be able to absorb any amount of magical power. At the moment, Meesei was not certain of the implications of him having it. There was a possibility that Peryite had allied with Vile, or his organization simply could have recovered the artifact. There were those who wielded Daedric artifacts without any affiliation with the Daedra who created them.