The Dominion commander appeared to take his time reallocating sections of his force to repel the counterattack. The tower was well and truly secured from the outside by the time the Dominion manned the barricades they had just captured. Meanwhile, the token force sent to keep the reinforcements at bay were at once awed and goaded by Hjergir's charge.

"Do not be dishonoured by heretics, Altmer!" One sergeant shouted in a rage, holding up a bound sword in signal. "Slay the Daedra before us!"

A renewed wave of morale in anger drove the Dominion's arms forward. Spells flew up to the airborne Daedra to drop them out of the skies. Blocks of spears and shields advanced to methodically cut down the forestalled enemy. But they were still outnumbered. The little burst of energy would only last so long.

Sabine could see it all too clearly from where she stood. Until this point she was nervous about attracting too much attention to their flanking force. But, she reasoned, if this is what they faced here, Hal-Neesa would undoubtedly be making a deific impression in the main clash. Sabine lowered her stance with the Staff of Magnus gripped tightly in both hands. She brought about a destructive magical technique that was imprecise but still immensely powerful as it gathered at the front of the staff.

She launched it forth in a beam like a shooting star. It leapt clean over both forces of Daedra and aligned Nirnian troops in an apparent miss, before blasting outward in a freezing white cloud immense enough to encompass almost the entire pass. The effect had no impact on the Daedra except to make them feel a chill on their skin until the second effect triggered. Above the tower, Sabine let out the second half of the spell's energy in an equally large blast of heat. Heat that was sucked through the air towards the cold cloud in a sudden field-encompassing gale of wind that made her stumble atop the tower, even after bracing for it. The daedra in the air had no such leverage and were forcefully spun out of control in the turbulence, spiralling onto the battlefield in a rain of blunt bodies.

The forced on the ground had a reprieve for now.

Rossarm lowered his brow at the display. He took the opportunity to bark an order back at his mages. The formation sounded a disciplined confirmation in unison and split into groups of four. The groups spread amongst Hjergir's warriors and kept their eyes up and forward behind the shield wall. Wards sprang up the moment the recovering Winged Twilights and other magical Daedra renewed their volleys.