Sabine clenched her jaw and pushed her ward as far as it could hold. The barrage of fire was hitting too hard. Her arms nearly gave out as bright cracks lined the ward's edges. She closed her eyes and flinched for the next spell, only for it not to come. She took a moment to rebalance and recover as Meesei engaged again.

The sliding ebony plates made Do'Rhajul's approach easy to keep track of. Sabine backed away as necessary, though Do'Rhajul could hardly walk, much less charge her again.

Weakened or not, Janius was engaged with two opponents now. Three, if Yerig recovered and intervened. He stepped to reduce the angle at which the gladiator brothers were facing him from. Each step made his knee ache. It a great measure of relief to see her still living.

"Kaleeth," Janius said. He turned his head side to side to see what each opponent was doing. "Stay with me. Stay awake. Drink a potion if you can."

With a shout, Janius threw a chop at the Orc with the warhammer to second-guess his next attack. Even the bright yellow and blue lights from nearby did not break his focus.

Upon Arinette's channelling, Sabine could only stare in awe. A display of power like this could only invoke reading accounts of the greatest mages in history. Great and terrible magicks were wrought by such power. Sabine had no idea what would happen.

Not that there was time to deduce. The hissing white wisps that swam in the air demanded defence from all. They had all been in Skyrim long enough to know what wisps could do, even if these ones were different. Sabine ducked and weaved until she could line up spells to strike them out of the air. Fendros, where he had intended to shoot at Janius and Lorag's assailants, had to start using his arrows against the swarm of wisps as well. Janius caught a reprieve from his opponents, only to need to cut at whatever wisp came too near to himself and Kaleeth.

In a clear moment, Sabine called out. "Meesei! What is that staff!?" The worry broke her voice. "What do we do?"