"Just a moment!" Sabine shouted over the blasts washing over her and Meesei's wards, sounding as if she was distracted by something marginally more peaceful than a battle. She stepped back from the edge of the tower behind Meesei to conceal herself, and then began forming another portal. "It will be a distance above the ground for safety!"

Just behind the frontline, the Dominion commander on the ground saw the initial shock of their charge wane. He knew the Nords would be cutting their way through until their arms grew tired, but his own forces needed cohesion again. He raised a bound sword and shouted a word out, barely intelligible over the melee around them, but just recognisable enough by the Altmer in their golden and glass armour. They took their chances to peel back from the fighting and formed a staggered line with their comrades in arms. As they did, each that did not already have one conjured a bound shield and spear into their hands. Spaces between the individual soldiers left room for Hjergir's Nords to give ground with spear points between them to cover their retreat. Within a few moments, though it felt like an eternity, Skaafin and various Daedric monstrosities were already bending the new line.

"You! Lycan commander!" The Dominion leader cried out. "Rhajul!" He approached Do'rhajul when he spotted the massive Khajiit. "Get your men into order! We need every one of them!"

Just as the pressure mounted to desperation, Sabine's portal opened up above and behind the Dominion formation.