"I know!" Fendros responded to Ahnasha, frustrated and showing just a hint of fear. He pulled out his dragonbone sword and let his mind embrace their options. Whatever they needed to do, Fendros could not do it alone. "Ahna, can you use the dead Daedra here?"

Janius leapt for the right flank in a rage, striking aside weapons and foes alike with both hands. It was a wonder he still had the energy to fight so ferociously.

Meanwhile, Sabine let her ward restrengthen as Arinette fell into a charge. Sabine had the power this time, not the other way around, but she was still scared. There were no openings with such power as in that crystal. She didn't know what to do...

...But Fendros did. "Sabine! Ice the ground!"

It was an odd trick to use here, but she knew by instinct to do it. She brought the Staff of Magnus low above the trampled grass by her feet. With a quick focus of her preferred destruction magic, she planted the staff on the ground. A crackling wave of white rime frost exploded out across their part of the battlefield, carefully zoned with an unaffected area behind her. This gave the pack the solid ground that the enemy now very studdenly lacked -- short of those with clawed feet of course.

She followed up, too. With another strike at the ground, this time angled slightly towards Arinette, Sabine conjured spear-like icicles up from the dirt, angled at Arinette's oncoming chest as she slid unstoppably along the ice in her charge.

"Rhajul, Tarna! Now!" Sabine trusted one of her packmates to finish Arinette off when she arrived.