Sabine knew she only had one shot now that Do'Rhajul's shield was turned away. She would attack with her most powerful magic at once. Even a warding shield would not cover it, though casting it took time she previously did not have. She turned up both her palms with identical swirling white spells. They brightened and swelled. Sabine stared at the fighting Do'Rhajul with a mix of fear and determination glinting her eyes. The very air sucked out heat like an open door to the dead of winter. Rimefrost crackled and grew up Sabine's pale arms until the gathering power reached its limits. Sabine pushed her arms with effort in a twist -- one in front of her and one behind her back. The atmosphere broke.

Some stability in the air keeping it still and warm fell away. The air misted and flew at a speed, creating a vortex of freezing cold around Sabine. The water in the air spun into tiny ice shards that cut and stung. The blizzard engulfed Do'Rhajul and the spriggan both. The ground blossomed with bright white snow.

The continual wind current changes did not distract Fendros. Trapping the haft of the Dremora's axe, he twisted the Daedra's guard aside and plunged the tip of his sword into the churl's jugular. One last distorted and defiant scream and the Dremora's body faded back to Oblivion. Then the lightning magic struck.

Fendros jerked and grit his teeth with the pain the spell brought. He had the sense of mind to bring up a ward in the rough direction of its origin, even if he didn't exactly spot where the mage was. The ward stopped his convulsions. The adrenaline deferred his pain, no doubt until after the fight. He refocussed on advancing towards the mage once more.

Step by step, Fendros was more careful this time. He could not afford to point his ward in the wrong direction. At the same time, however, the lightning was doing a better job at draining his magicka than the frost, even with the absorption. He would have to locate the mage fast.

The frustration combined with the worry for his packmates and the last expression he saw on Rhazii's face. Fendros bellowed out in anger. "Why do you not leave us [i]alone![/i]"

Janius could not fully defend himself while so off-balance. While guarding high, his shield blocked his view of the greatsword's guard flying for his knee. He discerned the feint an instant too late. His knee buckled under the blow and he let out a short, pained yell. His next move was out of as much desperation as newly found ferocity.

Rather than let Yerig recover from the attack, Janius swung his axe up under the greatsword and pulled. The beard of the axe caught around the quillons of the sword. If Yerig was used to attacking with his guard, he was unlikely to risk cutting himself, but his grip was sure to be firm. Janius was counting on getting the man closer to grab his collar and wrestle him to the dirt.