As Ahnasha’s titan was starting to come around for another pass, the Breton ghost had finished her painful fusion to the strange Daedric crystal. The flesh on her hand looked like it had melted to become one with the crystal’s surface. The Daedric magic had scarred her body, especially her arm, as if she had been struck by lightning, but somehow, despite all of her pain and injuries, her spirit remained in one piece. 

The Breton lifted her arm towards the sky, shouting in a rage at the titan above. “Traitor!” She screamed, her magicka flowing into the crystal, and from which the resulting spell surged forth. Any technique or subtlety she might have shown in the previous fight was replaced with pure, raw power as a storm of lightning surged forth into the air from the crystal. The spell was quick and sent a booming sound like thunder echoing across the valley. The sheer magical power of the spell could be felt far and wide, and for those fighting in the battle around her, even their hairs would stand up on their ends from the charge in the air. In terms of raw power, no spell Meesei, or even Neesa, had ever shown could match it. For the titan, the lightning’s power surged through its body from snout to tail in an instant. Once could not tell from the ground if it was immediately lethal, but instead of making another pass, it plummeted from the sky like a meteor, smashing into the side of the mountain at full speed. 

The Daedric crystal’s power was now unrestrained, and its enchantment showed its full power. Though, it was not power that came without a cost. Just as when she had fused with the crystal initially, crimson-glowing lighting arced back down her arm and across the rest of her body. She dropped down to her knees with a shriek. Her simple clothing had mostly burned away, so the disfiguring wounds that the crystal’s power inflicted upon her were easily visible. Scars and burned flesh marred half of her body, to the point that it seemed remarkable that she was still “alive”. 

In any case, the Breton spirit did not stop at the titan. She stood back to her feet and moved her gaze down from the sky to the battle before her. From her position higher up the hill, the warpath of Meesei’s pack was hard to miss. They were sticking close together, cutting through the center of the Daedra to the point that they threatened to split the Daedric lines in half. However, the spirit did not care for her Daedric allies, nor even Hircine’s champion. As soon as she laid eyes on one person, she was fixated on her entirely. 

[b]”YOU!”[/b] The Breton screamed, raising up the crystal straight towards Sabine. “Unworthy cur! That staff is mine! [b]GIVE IT TO ME![/b]” She screamed with an unmatched, unfettered rage. There were more than a few Daedra in between the mage and Sabine, but their fates did not seem to concern her.