Sabine felt her awareness rush back to her as the pain of her wounds faded from her legs. She was not sure of it beforehand, but coming out of it, she realised she had expected to succumb to the spell and die. She took a shuddering breath and stood up, giving Meesei a confident nod. "We are not done yet," she responded. "Tarna! Rhajul! To me!"

Tarna reappeared out an invisibility spell a moment later, mouth open and catching her breath with a dagger held out in front of her, dripping with ichor. "The Dunmer Fendros, should we do as he says?" She asked, a little overwhelmed. "Our chances are less than..."

The hoofbeats of cavalry overwhelmed the sounds of battle and everyone turned their heads. Fendros, though he ordered as he did to keep their slim chances up and morale moderate, had not expected they would have much help. He found his own heart lifted by the sight of reinforcements.

Fendros' smile grew in relief. "It's Ri'vashi. Ri'vashi's here!"

With a moment to spare, Janius opted to lift his snout and howl into air. The responses they heard from all across the lines rang in all the Daedra's ears.

Sabine brought her staff up with both hands. She had never felt more motivated in her life. Mist poured off the end of the Staff of Magnus as she launched bursts of icicles in a fan pattern to punch into the enemies in front of her. "Heal yourself, Tarna," she said between spells, "Then push with us."