Meesei chuckled. "Durability, tenacity, and some strong healing spells." She answered. "Or do you mean the fight itself? I think the same answer applies, honestly. At the start of the fight, I could still give a magical edge to my pack, as could Ahnasha and Janius. We used that to protect ourselves as we closed in. Up close, we could still overpower them, weapons or no weapons. As you can...very plainly tell looking at me, lycanthropy provides certain advantages in terms of strength. I remember Lorag being particularly fearsome. Never underestimate that man up close. His skill and experience is even more impressive than his physical prowess. Even most Elves do not serve in active combat for as long as he has in his life. That is a career that is usually short-lived, whether by choice, injury, or death. He has been second-in-line to be Champion for as long as I have held the title, until now."

Meesei huffed briefly. "Of course, all of that did not stop that Orc zealot from running me through and breaking Lorag's arm. He was a respectable foe, to be sure. Skilled enough to kill Hircine's former Champion, He likely would be commanding Vile's zealot's today, had he not been killed. To tell the truth, many of the details of the fight blur together in my mind. By the time the Orc was killed, I had lost quite a bit of blood. I would not have succeeded without my pack, which is why a Champion's pack is as important as the Champion herself. The kill was our achievement, and I would not attempt to claim credit on my own."

Lunise was still laying on her stomach, possibly to hide her scar. Meesei had the feeling that, despite the assurances that Meesei had given her, she was ashamed of it. Meesei elected to counter that by staring at her in a way that made it quite obvious she was admiring Lunise's body.