Janius overbalanced when Yerig turned to air in his fingers. The painful weight on his injured knee only made it worse. He hadn't heard that the Thu'um could turn one into a ghost. He counted it as a blessing that the lapse allowed him to stand to his feet once more. He grit his teeth and raised his guard.

The narrow view that Janius' helmet provided allowed him to keep a close eye on Yerig. But, with the fog clearing, the sounds of clanging metal brought his attention around him. What caught his eye were the twin orcs assailing Kaleeth. She was outnumbered and outmatched. Janius snapped his attention back to Yerig. He could try to save her. He had no idea whether Yerig could revert back to a corporeal form. If he could, he would catch Janius with his new limp.

Whatever injury he had taken, Janius knew he couldn't fix it completely on the spot. But he was still a mage. He charged a yellow light in his hand and touched his knee, hissing as the pain cleared. "If you keep me from helping her," Janius growled at Yerig. "I will have to kill you."

Fendros' dancing eyes gathered the mage's intention in a heartbeat. "Ahna! Cover!" He shouted out. The next blink revealed that the clearing fog was more to Fendros' advantage than the mage's. Especially when he was concentrating away from him.

He let go of his sword. One hand took his bow. The other took a pair of arrows. The first was nocked by the time the sword point dug the earth. Fendros did not need to draw the full length, making the shot a fast one. The enchantment to speed him up made it seem uncanny. Such thoughts may have been processed only just after a Dwemer arrowhead dug between the mage's hand bones to erupt into the flaming light of the spell in his palm.

The second arrow went for the thigh with a full draw.

Sabine's shoulders rose and fell. The blizzard spell had drained much of her magicka. She shook off her numbing fingers, but couldn't take her eyes off the still-trapped Do'Rhajul. She had seen the effects of her frost spells in all their macabre effectiveness before, but the mix of blood, icy fur, and shambling movements only made Do'Rhajul look more monstrous. That spell should have brought him down. Even with that shield.

Some errant blast of magic made Sabine register the other fight in view. She didn't have time to think whether it was previous experience of seeing Meesei in trouble or the countenance of Do'Rhajul nearby, but she fell into a focus. Helping Meesei was not only a higher priority for her, but also a more achievable goal than ending Do'Rhajul.

She backed away and dropped into a run, pulling out a potion skin and sucking its contents dry in one swig. The potion washed into her magicka reserves like an opened sluice. The leather skin fell from her hand. In its place was a ward to charge in front of her as she ran. The other hand burned bright yellow. She wildly threw explosive fireballs on the ground around Arinette to break her focus. She had to give Meesei a reprieve, whatever the cost. And whatever that staff could do.