Kaleeth and Janius were working together well, but outnumbered was outnumbered. Janius fell into a defensive stance and prepared to repel the three attackers with Kaleeth's help. He did not strike out rashly here. "Get around them!" he shouted over his shoulder, "We need help on this end!"

Janius didn't single anyone out to help, though he knew that anything would be delayed if Sabine was still having trouble.

Of course, 'trouble' was too weak of a description in Sabine's current view. There was little she could do but cover her head and neck with her arms against the savage attacks of the enemy mage. She had the wind knocked out of her from the blows to her middle, but she was beginning to regain focus after the strikes to her head. However, she didn't quite focus enough to stop herself being thrown to the ground. She shrieked once again and tried to push him away to keep herself from being pinned.

Sabine felt her dagger being stolen right before she was able to grip it properly. In a last-ditch resistance, she grabbed at the mage's wrist and pushed back against his efforts to stab her. It was here that she remembered her strength. The mage had a hint of Sabine's lycan strength when he was struck on the side, but the small young woman he had tried to grapple with was not to be underestimated. Baring her teeth despite the fear in her eyes, she grabbed his other arm and pushed the mage back. The push was joined with a cold sensation from Sabine's hands as they began to charge with a chilling magic. The frost spread over her fingers, but bit and spread over the Khajiit mage's flesh in a slow and painful manner. It was not much magicka moving, but she didn't need so much for close contact like this.

"Get off her, swine!" Fendros shouted angrily to the mage as he advanced. The mage would only have a moment before Fendros was upon him.

The silver longsword was easy to see, arcing towards Gallus' feet as it was. With his hammer still hooked around his enemy's knee and the pressure he needed to apply to push him over, Gallus did not have the best balance required to evade. The best he could do was to lift his foot and try to catch the flat of the blade with the sole of his boot. Though the edge was not as aligned as before, the sword still bit into the leather and sent a sudden, burning pain into his foot. It wasn't a dire wound, but it would be enough to give Gallus a limp. Gallus shouted in surprised pain as he stomped down such that the sword was flat against the floor. There was no more defence for the officer; he saw Gallus' hammer swinging down on his head in the next moment.