Fendros tensed up and closed a fist when Ahnasha took the final word. He paused and looked to the ceiling as if considering what would be an evidently angry response to Ahnasha, but he left it alone. There were more important things to worry about in that moment.

The advance through the deeper ruin was not the cure to any bad moods, but at least the warband made progress. Janius had much more control now that he had eaten and Sabine's job was mostly using magic to slow the poison of their casualties. She did not have enough antidote for everyone, so she kept it for an emergency.

The tables turned as soon as the Falmer had fallen back to what could be called a fortified position. When the centurion was released, the uncertainty permeated throughout all of the transformed lycans. Few had seen such a thing before.

Nevertheless, it was another automaton. They knew how to deal with it. Sabine and Fendros stepped up with every other ranged combatant and let loose a volley on command. Fendros tried to aim his arrows between gaps and joints, while Sabine threw lightning spells in an attempt to damage its internal mechanisms.