Rossarm did not skip a beat. "And now that she has taken stock of me, she is well aware of the threat." He finally met Meesei's eyes. "I do not even need to guess she has seen the Altmer commander's abilities as well? Now you have guaranteed she will never put herself in a position to behold us all at once, not least of which should she [i]cause[/i] something to go wrong. Your hopes are faint, werewolf."

He took the door. "Call upon me as you will. Will that be all for now?" he asked with half-lidded eyes.

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Narsi winced and let out a gurgling and strained grunt when struck on the chest. While her bite loosened enough for Julan to get free, he still felt the tusks slide out from his skin and pour with small gobbets of blood.

The first opportunity to escape was taken. Narsi twisted and shuffled her way out from under Julan's grip. Her rush had her scrambling to her feet as Julan's transformation set in. She could do nothing but stand and stare, slightly bent at the knees for a second, agape at the size and outline of the werecrocodile before her.

Her face tightened and she growled. "Fine!" She shouted. "I'm done! I can't beat that." She wiped Julan's blood off her chin with her hand. "You killed me. You win." She lowered her head and clenched her jaw, avoiding eye contact.

Rhazii knew the look of someone ashamed when he saw it, but his attention was mostly on Julan. Settling him down straight after transforming was not always easy.