Lorag had taken quite a literal shock from Arinette, but it was not enough to knock him out of the fight. After Fendros dragged him back among the rest of the pack, he struggled back up to his feet. Unfortunately, ensuring his safety did not leave them with the time they needed to retreat back into their lines. Their allies behind them fought off the Daedra as long as they could, but the enemy’s numbers were simply too great. With their reinforcements from the valley below, a force of Dremora were able to cut through some of their allies behind them, isolating Meesei’s pack from the rest of their army. On their left and right flanks, Skaafin mixed with more bestial Daedra closed in on them as well, and of course, Arinette herself was to their front. No matter which way they looked, the situation was seeming more and more grim. They were surrounded on all sides, and even Meesei did not have the power to simply push through any one of them. Perhaps with the Staff of Magnus it would be possible, but with the power Arinette currently wielded, the staff was [i]needed[/i] to face her. All around them, the Daedra were dedicating an overwhelming force purely to finish off the Champion’s pack. Perhaps that was an over-commitment that would give them ground elsewhere, perhaps their allies would be able to take advantage to rescue them, but they would need to survive long enough for that to happen. Meesei was the nearest to the right flank. Skaafin spearmen pushed forward, archers loosed a volley from behind them, and a pack of clannfear were sent charging forward at the same time, all focused on taking Meesei’s head as a prize. Meesei wanted to take down Arinette as quickly as possible, but the other threats simply could not be ignored. Before the clannfear could reach her, Meesei unleashed a wave of telekinetic force in a wide arc in front of her, stopping the clannfear in their tracks, staggering back the spearmen, and knocking arrows out of the air. With an enraged roar, she followed through with a powerful bolt of chain lightning that electrocuted most of the clannfear, and a few of the spearmen. One of the reptilian Daedra did escape the lightning and was close enough to leap for Meesei, but alone, she had no problem catching the beast in her claws. It tried in vain to scratch at her armor, while she brought her hands to its neck and snapped it in one simple motion. Unfortunately, there was no easy way to deal with the numbers bearing down upon her. The spearmen resumed their charge as soon as they could, archers nocked their next volley, and more Skaafin filled in the gap her chain lightning had opened. Still, Meesei would do whatever she could. It was as if lightning coursed through her veins when she unleashed her next storm from both hands, though it was not targeted at the Daedra directly, but rather the ground in front of them. It was a flood of lightning that charged the ground itself, creating a wall of magical lightning between them. “I will hold this flank myself! Just…look for any options you can find!” Meesei shouted back to the others. She did not see any means of escape, but her power was still considerable. If she could hold this flank by herself and demand disproportionate resources from the enemy, maybe the rest of her pack could find some kind of opportunities? She just had to put her faith in her pack. The Daedra on the other flanks were no less aggressive than the ones Meesei was dealing with. As they were closing in, Ahnasha stood just behind Fendros, bound bow in hand, with an increasingly frustrated expression. “I can’t feel it. The titan…I can’t feel its mind.” She said, looking to Fendros. “We need a plan, here.” At their front, Arinette shouted in frustration when Sabine’s ward proved just as formidable as her own spell. Regardless, she was undeterred. In pain and anger, she screamed as she started to sprint forward, straight at Sabine. It was hard to say what exactly her strategy would be, if she even had one in mind at all. She might have been a mage, but they really had no idea what she might be capable of, even in melee.