"Very well," Janius said. He pulled his sword from his scabbard -- a reforged Dwemer metal blade picked for its resilience in the swamp -- and held it out horizontally to Julan. "Do your best," he said with a smile. "Good luck, son."

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"No!" Rhazii shouted. "I won't turn back!" His breathing quickened. "GET AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWAY!"

Though injured, Rhazii still tried to push himself along the ground away from Ahnasha.