Sabine raised her ward and had to squint her eyes. The intensity of the lighting cast out to the sky was enough to make her forget that she was covered by Do'rhajul's shield, even if she had been the target.

The downward flight of the Daedric titan, however, slowed everything down. She had seen the stream of powerful lightning that the titan had shrugged off at the start of the battle near their oblivion gate. To think a spell from the spirit's crystal could have brought it down in one hit gave her a chill that shuddered her neck and shoulders. The titan landed and, for a moment, the battle was consumed by the noise of its impact. The ground shook as if struck by so many felled trees.

Fendros and Janius were just as speechless. No commands or cries interrupted the ghost's enraged demand.

Sabine felt her knees shake. She would have collapsed had she not had her staff to lean on. She tapped its magical power for the reassurance she needed, before calling out in a high voice. "Do'rhajul! Do not lower your shield!" Her voice breaking at intervals belied her determination. "Everyone else make space! Stay out of the way!"

With her staff pointing ahead and her feet planted firmly in the ground, Sabine drew up a ward and, in her other hand, cast an ice storm spell around Do'rhajul at the ghost by some way of disrupting her next move. Sabine knew she could not defend against everything the ghostly mage had, but Do'rhajul's shield and the power in the staff could at least buy time to find a technique to bring the ghost down.

Fendros, on the other hand, was looking at the problem with the rest of the pack's capabilities in mind. Namely, he called out to Meesei. "Alpha, what is that thing in her arm and how do we stop it!?"