"Be still a moment. Be still!" Sabine pressed a spell onto Ahnasha's chest to stop as much bleeding as she could in the moment she had. The silver wound would be with her for the entire fight, and likely for the next several weeks. Just as well it did not dig too far.

Just as it looked like the pack was gaining their bearings again, the opaque gas that surrounded them made sure that their enemies remained hidden. Fendros didn't like it. This had to be part of their plan. They had to reposition, but they had little sense of direction anymore.

Lorag's warning was received in a variety of ways. Janius dove away from the red vial and tried to put his shield between it and him; Fendros ducked and dove similarly, bringing his hands to his head; and Sabine threw a hand towards it and a bright blue ward bloomed to cover herself and Ahnasha. The blast singed each of them with its light alone. The wash of heat and force threw their heads off balance and orientation. They were scattered.

Fendros had an idea. He brushed off the shards of glass that had lodged into his gauntlet and shouted. "Sabine! A breeze! Make a breeze!"

With Ahnasha adamant at staying up, there was little else Sabine could do to treat her. She reacted to the order as quickly as she could put it through her mind. Sweeping her hands forward and channelling a familiar magic, a gale swept across the battlefield. The smoke was pushed downwind, but there was far too much to dissipate at once. Fortunately, Fendros had other thoughts.

"We have to move upwind!" Fendros shouted. Everyone could feel where upwind was.