Once Arinette saw that the automatons were turning away, her staff started to glow even brighter as she charged a spell through it. However, this was not a lethal attack, but rather a spell of magicka absorption, draining the magicka from Sabine and pulling it into the staff. At least in the short term, it would prevent Sabine from casting any spells. 

This time, Ahnasha ignored Sabine's warning. In the distance, she could already hear the sounds of their reinforcements charging in from all around them. Ri'vashi had brought an overwhelming force, after all, so their approach was hardly subtle. The rest of the team form within the camp had risen from their bedrolls and had collected together in formation, with Yerig being the last to join them. Do'rhajul picked Sabine up to her feet and held a blade to her throat as they back up closer to their camp, next to one of the larger tents. 

By the time their reinforcements were in sight, Ahnasha had found cover behind the nearest tree and conjured up a bow. They approached from three different angles, with warriors, mages, and transformed lycans on all sides. In the front of all of them were Ri'vashi, Meesei, and the rest of the pack. Meesei had cast a lightning form spell upon herself and was fully prepared to be the spearhead for the assault that would finally end this, but what Arinette shouted to them stopped her in her tracks. 

"Not another step or we'll slit her throat!" The Breton shouted, gesturing to Sabine beside her, with Do'rhajul's blade firmly to her throat. It took Meesei only a few seconds to recognize the full gravity of the situation. 

"Wait! STOP! Meesei commanded to their warriors in as loud of a voice as she could muster. For as much power as Meesei had, there was nothing she could do to stop Do'rhajul from executing Sabine if the word was given. Instead, she could only shout back her own threats. "Release her, now! We have you greatly outnumbered. Just...surrender. Let her go, and we will not hurt you. You have my word." 

Arinette's gaze moved all around her at the lycans that now surrounded them. Even with her staff on their side, the rest of her team looked nervous. Even so, Arinette was not ready to relent. "I think not." She replied. 

Do'rhajul huffed towards Arinette. "There are far too many, even for us." He muttered to her. 

"Yes, I know." Arinette replied. Slowly, her staff began to glow once more, increasing steadily in intensity.  Nearby, Ahnasha had an arrow nocked and was aimed straight at Do'rhajul's head. She could make the shot, and she knew it. She was close enough that it would be trivial, and he had not even noticed her. He was not wearing his helmet, so it would be simple to end his life right then and there, but she knew that it would not magically give Sabine a chance to escape. Even if Do'rhajul did not slit her throat, one of the others would before she could get far. For Ahnasha to loose her arrow would be for her to kill Sabine just as much as it would be to kill Do'rhajul. She was at a loss, but after only a few more moments her internal debate became meaningless. 

While it was not without warning, the spell that Arinette used still seemed just as sudden and surprising. Just like their last encounter, there was a blinding flash of light, and when everyone regained the ability to see clearly, Arinette's team, Sabine, and even the tent they had been standing next to, were all gone. 

For Sabine, the teleportation spell came with only a vague, somewhat disorienting sensation, almost like being dizzy. However, it lasted for only a few seconds before she could regain her bearings. Based on her surroundings, she was still in a High Rock forest, but there were no noticeable landmarks around. There were only trees and a few rocks. And of course, there was the blade still pressed to her neck.