Yerig did indeed keep a tough enough grip on his weapon to avoid slicing his own hands, but that also meant that Janius was able to successfully drag him in using his superior strength. The grapple gave Janius the upper hand again, but again, Yerig had a way to pull himself out of danger. He opened his mouth, speaking a single word this time: “[b]Feim[/b]”

Suddenly, the Nord became ethereal, like a ghost. Janius’ arms passed straight through him as he calmly backed away and put himself back into a defensive posture. Janius could do nothing to harm Yerig in this state, and likewise, Yerig could not harm Janius.

Leaps was proving to be more of a hindrance to the Redguard and Nord attackers than they perhaps expected. Or, at the very least, their plan to deal with him was not panning out as successfully as they had hoped. His lightning had forced them into hiding behind their shield, and some arcs of electricity had still singed their flesh. Now, Sabine’s frost on the ground had cleared up just enough that he could start advancing at them. 

“Get a Daedra on that lizard like you’re supposed to! I can’t get a shot off!” The Nord shouted at the Redguard behind him, who was still intensely concentrating on the storm atronach. 

The Redguard did not take her eyes off of the atronach. “Just…a moment more. I almost have it.”

Indeed, for Ahnasha, she was struggling to maintain her last threads of control over the Daedra she had summoned. While Ahnasha had become a master of conjuration over the years, the Redguard seemed to have a refined understanding of, at the very least, command spells specifically. She could not ward off the Redguard’s influence indefinitely. 

Thinking quickly, Ahnasha peered out from behind her tree and pointed at the storm atronach itself. “Leaps, [i]pounce[/i]!” She commanded. Kaleeth and Janius had been teaching their combat commands to him in Jel to avoid confusing him in the middle of a fight, but the whole of the pack had taken the time to memorize those specific commands, and learn to pronounce them. 

Obediently, Leaps took the command from Ahnasha without question or hesitation. Despite not being obviously hostile, the atronach was now his sole focus, and Ahnasha had specifically ordered him to attack with tooth and claw as opposed to lightning. With a short running start, the wamasu leaped onto the atronach, tearing and biting at the electric-infused boulders which comprised its body. While Leaps could not cut stone, the force behind his jump and the muscles in his legs smashed the Daedra against the ground and tore apart its loosely connected form. The atronach did not have time to fight back against such an overwhelming force, even if it would have been given the command to do so. The atronaach was, of course, constantly surrounded by a cloud of lightning, but that was harmless against a wamasu. 

While the attack was taking place, the Nord took aim at Leaps’ throat with his crossbow, but just as he was about to shoot, the Redguard pulled him down behind the shield as a glowing violet arrow flew through where he had just been. Ahnasha had stopped her efforts to control he atronach and instead had conjured a bound bow. She fired her arrows quickly, intent on keeping her opponents stuck behind the shield so Leaps could get closer. 

Although he had saved his own life before, the Breton facing down Fendros was growing increasingly nervous at Fendros’ approach. The Breton had been outputting spellfire constantly, and was likely at risk for exhausting himself with no visible signs of having affected Fendros at all. From his perspective, his seemingly unstoppable Dunmer opponent was likely terrifying. Becoming more and more desperate, the Breton’s eyes darted around, scrambling for some other option. Between the spells being cast and the natural wind in the air, much of the smoke had been blown away by this point, allowing everyone to see more clearly what was happening around them. It was at that point that the Breton, having failed to overcome Fendros with magic, turned to using his knowledge of other parts of Fendros’ life against him. 

Before Fendros was close enough to attack with his sword, the Breton charged a fireball, but instead of aiming it at Fendros, he was looking off to his left. From where he was, he had a clear line of sight on Ahnasha, which was exactly where he was aiming his next spell.

While his ebony armor provided some protection against the razor sharp shards of ice, there was only so much it could do in the face of such powerful magic. Though having only a short window of opportunity, Sabine had capitalized on it effectively. The ice hit him as soon as he had finished off the spriggan, and he did not have time to fully bring his shield up to protect his head before some damage was done. Across the rest of his body, the frost seeped into the gaps in his armor, piercing into him like blades. When the blizzard finally passed, he lowered his shield down enough to reveal a bloody, frostbitten face. A shard of ice had hit his left eye directly, as it was now covered entirely in blood. And, even if it was not visible, Sabine would have a good idea of how much damage had been done to the rest of his body. The cold would have frozen some of the water in his body, leaving him with internal bleeding and fractured bones. 

Without question, Do’rhajul was severely weakened. Sabine had managed to cleverly halt him entirely before he could close in to effectively exploit the deadly advantage he had in close range. Now, it was a testament to his willpower and endurance that he was even standing at all. If there was ever a time and place that Do’rhajul could be killed, it would be right now. However, the clearing of the smoke had brought other concerns into view. 
Nearby, Sabine would now be able to see Meesei’s duel with Arinette, which was going alarmingly poorly for their alpha. Meesei had tried to bolt in close to use her spear, but had been rebuked by a telekinetic blast from the staff and slammed against a tree before falling to the ground. Sabine would be able to see burns from both flames and ice on Meesei’s arms and stomach. She only barely managed to get up to her knees and extend forth a hand to bring up a ward in time to defend against the stream of lightning that Arinette was projecting, powered by the magicka stored in the staff. As powerful of a mage as Meesei was, she could not stand against the legendary power of Magnus’ staff. It could simply absorb every bit of magic that Meesei could create. 

After a few seconds, Meesei’s ward shattered, allowing the lightning to strike through her. It coursed down her arm and through her body, leaving behind a distinctive fractal lightning scar. At the moment, Sabine would see her just as vulnerable as Do’rhajul, and just as imminently in danger.