"Not so fast." Hal-Neesa interjected after Lunise's suggestion. Aside from her surprise, she was still showing many obvious signs of anger, from her barred teeth to the venom in her tone. With the short pause afterwards, a few in the pack were not certain if they should still be expecting a fight. But, the Vampire Lord lowered her hand and allowed herself to float down to the ground. "You heard lord Molag Bal. I must...come with you mutts." 

For a few moments, Hal-Neesa's body was suddenly enveloped in what looked to be a dark, shadow. It obscured her features entirely, and facilitated her transformation back into her normal, Argonian form. Her robes were now little more than a few scattered pieces of burnt fabric, but her pale scales did not have so much as a scratch on them, even in the places where the spears had impaled her. "Wait here and touch nothing. I will be back...momentarily. You all, guard them." She ordered to the cultists while herself and her husband stomped out of the room. It did not appear that Hal-Neesa or Llarvan would be willing to defy their master, but the resentment that they held for the pack was obvious. Hopefully the situation would improve in time, but Meesei was not looking forward to having to deal with Hal-Neesa, much less her cult. 

Naturally, the pack drew close together and kept their distance from the cultists. At the very least, Neesa and Llarvan's underlings seemed even more nervous than Meesei and her pack. From what Meesei could gather, Neesa and Llarvan were the most powerful beings in the cult by a wide margin, so Meesei's display at least gave them a good reason not to antagonize them. None of them could honestly believe themselves capable of challenging the pack after what just transpired. 

"This is not what I had expected, but...at least the axe is empowered. No matter what else happens, there is nothing preventing us from invading Vile's realm." Meesei commented. She had emerged from the fight victorious, though not completely unscathed. There were the signature scars of electricity on her stomach, and some light burns on the furs she was wearing. Still, she had obviously endured nowhere near the pain that she had inflicted onto Neesa. "It could have gone worse, at least. Having more support than we want is a better problem to have than not having enough. I cannot say what it will be like to have Neesa among us, though. She may hold a grudge for what I did to her. We should just try to avoid upsetting her too much."