Perhaps Julan was intentionally playing off of the perception that he was inexperienced, or perhaps he just thought up a clever idea, but he started the fight by trying to do something unexpected. As Argrei advanced, Julan charged and launched a small fireball at him. Argrei had a longer weapon, but with the ability to use magic on his side, Julan did have a ranged advantage. 

Unfortunately, Julan's response could not be entirely unpredictable. Argrei could see the fire forming in his hand, and Julan was not a skilled enough destructionist to be able to launch it before Argrei could reasonably react. He saw where Julan was aiming and sidestepped the fireball, but it allowed Julan to take a swing forward and get in his own weapon's range. He was aiming for Argrei's arm, but he was a fast enough opponent to parry with the haft of his spear. The sharp edge of Janius' blade bit into the wood, but it was nowhere close to breaking through. Julan would have to apply an [i]unnatural[/i] level of strength to accomplish that feat in the midst of the battle. 

During the exchange, Kaleeth spoke, not at a whisper, but soft in comparison to the rest of the crowd. "I almost forgot about magic. How has he been taking to those lessons? Do you think it's enough to give him the advantage?"

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Ahnasha held on as tightly as she could, but no amount of grip she could have would have been able to resist the sheer force of a werewolf. Her arm bled through re-opened wounds, and she struggled to climb back to her feet. The pain was starting to show through the adrenaline of the fight, but she was still solely focused on Rhazii. He was getting away slowly, but she still could not catch him. With her uninjured arm, she gathered her magicka. She could still cast a spell before he escaped, but she was faced with a choice of which to cast. 

The first option played perfectly to Ahnasha's skillset, and she knew it would stop him. She knew her son, and though her mind had still not caught up to the truth of what was upsetting him, she knew what could petrify him in place. Three flame atronachs: she could place one on every side of him. They could swirl an inferno around him, trapping him in place, like in half of the nightmares that had kept him awake at night since he was just a cub. It would horrify him beyond reason, and finally force him to submit. 

Ahnasha actually started to shape the spell in her hand when an image took over her mind: her son's wolven face in terror. Horrified in ways that she never wanted him to experience. The image sent a sharp pain through her heart, not just because it was about the suffering of her son, but because it was not just some hypothetical imagining. It was the face she had seen moments ago, as he was fleeing from [i]her[/i]. It was not the act of killing that had so harshly affected him, it was [i]her[/i]. 

Ahnasha's mind was still panicked enough that she could not piece together all of the details, but she knew she did not want to hurt Rhazii any more. She would have to do something else, [i]anything[/i] else. Instead of conjuration, the spell she formed was one of illusion: a calming spell. She was skilled in illusion, but no master like with conjuration. She could not just force him to become placid and docile, but perhaps she could take the edge off of his fear? Perhaps just giving him a clear mind with which to think would be enough to allow him to listen. 

"Rhazii, please stop! You don't have to kill anyone, I promise! I'm...confused, I'm...broken. Something I did hurt you, something terrified you. If I caused this, then something is wrong with [i]me![/i]" As she pleaded with Rhazii, she released her calm spell onto him. "Please...[i]help[/i] me."