As the fight was about to begin, Kaleeth shifted herself closer to Janius, though it was clear that she was far from relaxed. For the most part, she was just looking for some comfort. "I didn't think I would be so nervous about it." She commented. "I never went to one of these rites, and never even [i]though[/i] about trying to challenge someone in one. This was a rite for skilled fighters, and I wasn't. I guess I really should be proud of Julan for being good enough to try, but it does all make me nervous. If I knew we were going to be doing this, I would have brought armor for him with us. It would take just one...unlucky mistake for something bad to happen."

Once Master-Hunter Juran stepped in between the two fighters, the crowd quieted down without so much as a word to silence him. He was adorned in ceremonial attire, his armor covered in bones, horns, teeth, and other trophies from all of his notable kills. [i]"This rite, performed in the presence, and in honor of the Hist, gives this young warrior the opportunity to join the ranks of their protectors. Their hunters. Kaj-Julan has announced himself as a warrior beyond any average ability, and shall now prove his claim in battle with one who has already been deemed worthy."[/i]

The Master-Hunter stepped back from between the two participants. [i]"Begin!"[/i]

Both Julan and his opponent already had their weapons drawn. Julan has his father's sword held in a proper defensive posture, as well as his knife in its scabbard, tied around his waist. Argrei, of course, had a spear leveled towards Julan, along with a long knife, carved from bone, hanging from his leather belt. Argrei was quickly stepping forward to move in range of his spear, but despite needing to advance farther to get in range of his own weapon, Julan was staying still and remaining defensive.

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Ahnasha could hardly believe what she was hearing. He had been acting as if he was losing control, yet his words could not have been coming from a simple beast spirit. She was at a loss for how to respond beyond tears. Those few words had caused her far more pain than he ever could have inflicted physically. "Rhazii, I...don't understand. You're not making any sense; I'm not a monster, I'm your [i]mother[/i]. I love you, son, and I...didn't want to hurt you. I'm so sorry for hurting you, I promise I never wanted to. But...I had no choice. You lost control, and I can't let a feral werewolf go running off into the city. You could get hurt, or end up hurting someone innocent. I had to stop you." 

Ahnasha let out a deep breath, then allowed her body to revert back to her Khajiit form, even though Rhazii had not yet reverted as well. She wanted to avoid her beast spirit clouding her thoughts, and to give Rhazii the more familiar face of his mother to look into. Despite the not-insignificant risk in doing so, she knelt down and hugged him tightly. "I love you, son, and I'm not letting you go."