A deafeningly loud bolt of lightning struck down from the sky straight onto Sabine's ward. The storm was at least as powerful as some of Meesei's stronger spells, but that only meant there was more magic to be absorbed into Sabine's staff. The dragon roared at Sabine in her hesitation to continue to fight, which continued into a low growl as she continued to ask for his name. 

"I am...Faasnuhenvokaal. I was a champion of Alduin, a commander of his armies, a ruler of his subjects. I…am a warrior. And it is not the fate of a warrior to live in fear of mortal armies.” He raised up his head, staring down Sabine in a few moments of silence. 

“Dezi saraan. It is the fate of a warrior to fight!” With those words, the dragon opened his maw and lunged his head towards Sabine, to end the fight in one way or another.