The situation had not gotten any better for the pack now that they were under shelter. Whatever harm they had to withstand under arrow fire was being replaced by the sheer numbers crashing against them.

Janius tried his best to find opportunities to quickly strike out against his multiple opponents. A shield helped immensely, though he did not have space to do much more than cut at the enemy arms as they lashed out with their chitinous weaponry. Meesei said to hold, so they would hold.

Behind, Sabine had too many targets to cover. She tried dissuading the flankers by casting a stream of frost against the floor around them that radiated such a chill that the ice crystals alone looked like enough to cause immediate frostbite. The frost lingered to harm and slow any that passed over it. Between that and the ice spikes she was launching out, she was running out of magicka.

Another gobbet of poison spat his way forced Janius to reflexively raise his shield again. This time, it left him open enough for a cold pressure to run across an exposed part of his weapon arm. He then shouted out and bashed the offending weapon away with his shield. The pain ran though his arm a second later, but it was more than a shallow cut suggested. There was a dull burning feeling. Thankfully, at least, the Falmer that had cut him with its mandible axe was not skilled enough to stop Janius' axe cutting into its skull.