There was visible strain on Sabine's face as they approached the Imperial woman. It was an effort of concentration to keep her magic charging without her hands beginning to show mist and frost. She was almost tempted to dismiss her spell and follow along with the Imperial until the trap was sprung.

Sabine used the initial shock of Kaleeth's show of strength to hold her hands out in front of her and let them flood with such a cold as could be felt by anyone close to her. It did not go unnoticed; one of the men tried to pull out a sword and grab Sabine with his other hand. He was interrupted by an involuntary scream of pain as an arrow suddenly appeared between the bones of his forearm. He dropped his sword.

In that instant, there was a deafening howl, silencing the entire group. From nearby undergrowth at the edge of the clearing, the dark, blurring shapes of two werewolves burst out at a full sprint.

Fendros had given Malithus' pack basic tactics to engage with, though they were told to use their own talents to their fullest as long as they took captives.

In the meantime, Sabine had just enough space to discharge her spell from the middle of the shocked warriors. The frost on her arms climbed up to the rest of her body and forced the very air around her to become opaque with sheer cold. With a grunt of effort through grit teeth and a spin of her upper body, a sudden whirlwind of biting cold engulfed everyone nearby to her. Icicles spun into existence to cut at exposed areas and the surface skin began to freeze over. They found themselves drained of energy.

Kaleeth, thankfully, was spared the worst of this effect by the potion she had taken from her waterskin. It was not intentional, but the pain that did get through to her served to spur her beast spirit. The thick fog that had whipped up was more than enough concealment to unleash it.