Meesei glanced briefly to the side at Rossarm. "They will be safe because she is coming with us. Talking with her, she has made it very clear that she has no intention of confronting Vile directly, but she will be joining the invasion. Along with all of the other forces that Molag Bal chooses to send. I do get the impression that she is not fond of that fact, but it is on her master's order. I do not trust her, and especially not Molag Bal, but if Vile succeeds, it would result in a substantial imbalance of power among the Daedric Princes. Molag Bal does not care for us, but in this case, stopping Vile does align with his interests. Not to mention the power he can steal from Vile's realm in the process, if he is defeated. Hircine will be taking the majority of the risk in this invasion, so Molag Bal has little to lose. As for Neesa herself, not only is she subject to the orders of her master, but she has expressed that Vile dominating Mundus would be detrimental to her, obviously. She claimed it would interrupt her path along the Walking Ways."

As Rossarm's quarters were on the first floor, they reached them in short order, though Meesei still lingered just outside the door. "But, all of this is just our reasoning for taking the risk. It [i]is[/i] still a risk, and we are acutely aware of that. If everything is as it seems and she will be helping us, then she will obviously be a great asset to us in combat. She had [i]millennia[/i] more experience than all of us combined. But, we are still preparing for the worst as best as we can. That is actually another reason that I am glad to have you here. Hal-Neesa is exceptionally powerful, but as much as she would like to have us believe it, she is not invincible. And far from infallible. She is here because I defeated her in single combat. She was arrogant, overconfident, and far underestimated me. She did not anticipate me being capable of an attack that could penetrate her defenses. I have seen how it affected her. Even in the duel you just had with her, I could tell she stayed focused throughout. The final spell you launched at her, I do believe she could have guarded it with the kind of wards I have seen her use. Yet, she was cautious and used that other barrier. You, me, Teroiah, we can challenge her. And all working together, I do believe we could defeat her, if something were to go wrong."

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Lorag held up a hand towards Rhazii. "It's fine." He said sternly. "Your brother can handle her." 

Julan did yelp at the pain, but it was not all that much compared to what he felt in his trial. Even Orc tusks could not match the burn of trying to fight on a leg that had been pierced by an Argonian spear. Nevertheless, he struggled to wrestle his arm free. Kneeling over her, he brought his knee up to hold down one of her arms so that he could raise his free hand up high, then brought it down hard straight onto her chest. Even at his age, a good, solid blow from Julan could break bones, but he held back enough to just guarantee to knock the breath out of her. Her reflexes would loosen her jaw's vice grip on his arm to pull it free. 

However, since Lorag was not calling an end to the fight, Julan supposed he had to get Narsi to concede. Despite everything Lorag had been saying, he did not feel right just beating her senseless while sparring, but she was surprisingly hard to hold down. Fortunately, he now had another option that had not been available during his trial. He started to transform, his body twisting and contorting over her. His rapidly growing weight would bear down on her even more, though as he was not fully aware during the transformation, she might find the opportunity to wriggle free in the midst of it. In any case, the transformed Julan's massive size, thick scales, and immensely powerful jaws would make it abundantly clear to Narsi that he certainly was not a werewolf.