Iseldis struggled up until the hilt of a blade passed in front of her face, and suddenly the rest of the draugr behind it had been severed from its arm, and its attention turned on Roland. The priestess thought to help him and strike the draugr from behind, but she realized she still couldn't breathe. Even without the rest of its arm the draugr's hand was still choking her.

Her grip on it grew weaker as the room began to darken, but just in time Roland defeated the creature, and the hand suddenly relaxed around her neck. Iseldis gasped in a breath, sagging a little on the wall as she pulled the hand away and tossed it aside. She paused to take in a few breaths, checking herself to make sure she hadn't been wounded anywhere in the chaos. She found nothing.

"Yeah, I'm... I'm okay. That was--look out!"

She'd spotted the other draugr creeping with silent determination towards Roland, somehow still alive despite how much it had been damaged. Staff in hand, Iseldis covered the distance between them quickly, cutting off the draugr and landing a fierce kick to its head. With a screech it flipped over onto its back, and before it could so much as move she drove one end of her glowing white staff into its open mouth, piercing the roof and punching through its skull. That was enough to end it, the eerie light finally fading from its eyes.

Panting slightly, Iseldis withdrew her weapon and moved to the nearest piece of furniture, a tipped-over wooden table. She lowered her weight to rest on the edge of it, noting the slight shake in her hands from the adrenaline. Not the cleanest victory, but they were both in one piece, and the draugr very much were not.

"That was easy enough," she said, unable to help the grin that appeared. "Thanks for the save. You want me to take care of that cut?"