By this point, the pack's eyes had adjusted enough that they could see the majority of what was threatening them. Closest were the two chaurus and the Falmer immediately behind, but there were more above, beyond just the archer that had fired on Lorag. A mage and another archer had appeared and taken position above on one of the bridges, and there was the echoes of even more movement beyond what they could see. The Falmer were making sounds that seemed like communication, but it did not sound like any organized language. It was more like animal noises that conveyed simple meanings. With so many angles above from which they could be attacked, they were in a terrible position. There was no way of knowing how many more of these Falmer were in the ruin, and how long it would be before they would arrive. However, in the center of the chamber, there was something of a better position. It appeared to be an ancient fountain which had long ago stopped flowing with water, but it was underneath a structure that would provide at least some cover from above. However, there were four more Falmer that had made their way down from a ramp just behind the fountain, and there was no way the pack would be able to reach it before they would have to contend with them. 

Meesei's reaction was simple, and direct. She charged her lightning in both hands, then unleashed it in a constant, rather impressive storm in front of them. It arced between both chaurus and the Falmer for a few seconds, burning their flesh and causing some of their muscles to convulse. It caused the Falmer to collapse immediately, and while the chaurus proved more resilient, it did leave them open to attack. It had been a while since Meesei had been in a battle with her pack outside of a tight formation and was able to use the full range of her magical abilities. At the moment, her spells might seem a bit more powerful than some of her pack remembered. 

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"It feels like I'm constantly dealing with one symptom after another, instead of dealing with the actual problem. Of course, it's not like there's anything I can do about that. There's no magic out there that can regrow an arm; believe me, I have asked. Probably to the point of annoyance. 'Trying things' is about all I can do." Peiter answered. 

Peiter walked over past the tree and started picking up his knives from off the ground. "Do you think we can talk about something else? Or do something else, just...something new, maybe. I think at this point, I've learned not to dwell."