“I’m ready; just make sure [i]you[/i] are.” Ahnasha replied, giving a concerned look towards the frontline. “The Daedra aren’t just going to [i]let[/i] this happen. You’re going to have to defend me once it’s down. And maybe help with it until we can get it to the ground.” 

The coordinated spellcasting from Rossarm’s mages was a sight to behold. Bolts of lightning crisscrossed through the air, some striking the Titan to force it to move, while other bolts arced just above it to limit its movement. Strictly speaking, it could have survived a decision to push straight through the net of lightning, it had no reason to subject itself to that kind of injury. It did release its grip on the cliff face and take to the sky, but it would resist coming to ground in every way it could. 

For Ahnasha, she did not intend to just stand by and wait for Rossarm’s mages to succeed or fail. Climbing down off of Leaps’ saddle, Ahnasha quickly focused and pooled her magicka, concentrating it as her hands glowed bright violet. It was no token support that she was giving them, for from the two portals she conjured forth came a pair of storm atronachs. They were powerful Daedra, and to command a pair of them required a great deal of Ahnasha’s power. If she was right, though, it would not matter in the end once it came time for her to cast her spell upon the titan. 

On Ahnasha’s command, the two beings of stone and energy unleashed sustained streams of lightning up at the titan. She could not command her Daedra with such precision as to have them aid in creating the net, but they could help all the same. They were powerful enough to at least hurt the titan, and more importantly, impede it from fighting back. The titan recoiled from the shock, sending a plume of cold flame just over the heads of some of Rossarm’s mages. The titan was not on the ground yet, but it was being forced down closer to it.