With the incoming spells, Fendros only had time to loose one more arrow. He brought up his ward again. The fire was perhaps the easiest to weather, not just for his spell absorption, but also his natural resistance to burns. He took the moment to carefully pick up his sword from the ground with his bow hand and slide it back into its scabbard.

The only hesitation Sabine gave was to glance over her shoulder at Do'Rhajul. She otherwise committed both arms to brightening her ward against Arinette. She was not sure how to react to the magic flowing into and out of that staff of hers. One thing was certain; Meesei needed her protection. She made sure no more spells struck her for as long as she could manage.

Fendros peered to the situation the Breton mage was fleeing to. If his opponent would take his fight there, where Meesei and Sabine lay struggling, so be it. Fendros found a tree to use as cover and prepared another sequence of shots. Three at Arinette, two at the Breton.

Janius' situation showed far less control. His breakaway towards Kaleeth was cut short by Yerig, forcing him to defend. His counterattack was as immediate and as ferocious as he could make it. Chops and cuts at the blade of Janius' axe flew in from each direction Yerig's sword was not. While the old man may have been able to defend himself handily, Janius built what momentum he could.

The shout passed over Kaleeth in Janius' view. He did not see how Yerig's shout saved Kaleeth's life. Rather he assume he was trying to finish her off. He used whatever opening or hesitation Yerig showed by swinging up the rim of his shield up at the edge of his peripheral vision to strike a blow at the side of his head.

Whether it would kill Yerig or not was irrelevant. Janius needed to make sure Kaleeth was still alive. Nor would he allow her Orc attackers to confirm her death.