Even if Meesei could not feel the type of spell being used, her sharp eyes could certainly see that it was coming, and she had been ready to react just as quickly. It was a quick projectile, something likely meant to be difficult, or even outright impossible to dodge, even for a being as fast as a werewolf. It was a sensible opening, given that Teroiah had no reason to believe that Meesei had any option open to her [i]except[/i] evasion. Meesei had been careful not to show her hand too quickly, but just as the spell was being fired, Teroiah would be able to feel in her opponent what should not have been present at all: magicka. 

Holding her ground, the ward Meesei cast forward was a strong one, as she did not want to underestimate the strength of any spell that Teroiah used. Instead of lunging forward like an animal, Meesei was standing straight and tall, towering over Teroiah. For at least the first spell, Meesei’s ward held, and much of its energy was funneled into Meesei’s own reserves. 

The sheer impossibility of what had transpired hung in the air for anyone with even passing knowledge of lycanthropy. Marod, perhaps, if he indeed was not magically inclined, might have suspected some potion or enchantment had come into play, but any doubts would not last long among [i]anyone[/i] present. “Steel yourself, Teroiah. Bring everything you have, everything you are to face down the [i]Champion of Hircine[/i].” A sudden burst of power swelled up from within Meesei as she cast a spell of lightning form upon herself: her first demonstration of a spell from a bygone era. The magic surrounded and encompassed her, making her appear as if she were a werewolf made from pure electricity. The radiant energy would protect her like armor, from steel and spell alike, and shock anything that came too close. She returned to an aggressive stance, her glowing eyes finally staring down Teroiah like a predator gazing at its prey. Her voice lost the polite professionalism it had carried up to this point, and instead was replaced with deadly severity. “You will need it.” 

In her seat nearby, Neesa leaned back and crossed her arms, a grin creeping across her face. "Oh, now that [i]is[/i] interesting."