Sabine was determined. She lowered her brow and nodded. Ahead of them, the twin forces of Dominion and lycan soldiers spread their formations to approach the tower.

Either by professional focus or by indifference, the Dominion commander and his subordinates failed to so much as recognise the looks and attire of Hjergir and his men, though they did not hesitate by telling Hjergir of their approach. The conjurers in the unit summoned a number of fast-running clannfear Daedra to rush the lines with their bony, crested heads while more destructive mages lobbed magicks designed not to kill so much as force the enemy behind their barricades. The main line of infantry thumped forward at double time with shields, wards, and spears forward to meet the enemy. The few archers with angles on enemies they could see shot to kill. They were especially interested in airborne foes, against whom they could show off their many decades or even centuries honing their aim.

Sabine focussed as narrowly as she could on the highest platform of the tower. She took her time while the enemy was engaged at the base of the tower to line her entire body up in just the exact way to help her precision. The magic gathered slowly at first, and then grew into the familiar overwhelming power required to open a portal. It opened after a while at both ends at once. Something the pack had not seen before and somehow made the experience all the more strange.

Gro-Tagnud narrowed one eye. "Risky, but you know your troops," he said.

"Let us see them show their courage," Teroiah agreed. "I wish to see these Daedra forced by a feint their arms commit to despite their minds' knowledge."