Sabine could guess at the Imperial's intentions as she closed in. There was no time to cast a shielding spell, let alone drink from her waterskin that she had neglected in lieu of casting a spell before the fight. Her training kicked in with what she had left. Instead of trying to leap back or duck under the mace, she pushed off her back foot and closed the distance to the Imperial as she was making her swing. Sabine brought one fist up to knock the woman in the chin while reaching for her mace arm with the other. She was no weight-lifting fighter, but she was still a lycan and could leave a mark against an unwitting opponent.

The downside was that the mace was still able to strike Sabine in the back. She let out a strained gasp on impact. It was less damage than a full hit, but the wicked bound weapon still cut her and took the wind from her lungs. The pain of her rib cracking was dulled by the adrenaline of the fight.

As the small blizzard cleared, Fendros spotted Sabine and the Imperial in their grapple. The moment of indecision had him hesitate to shoot down the final fleeing warrior. After another second, he saw his allies closing in and shot the fleeing man in the back before he got too far. It was no use trying to incapacitate from the distance he had built.