The scene was beyond the pack's total comprehension. Though, with their hope renewed, Fendros tightened his grip around the Rueful Axe and made paces towards the Daedric Princes. His gambit of approaching unnoticed was not so simple; the arrival of a new flood of Daedra snapped everyone back into battle. The pack fell in.

"This is not the end!" Fendros shouted. "Push towards him!"

The battle was joined all around them with the swinging of Skaafin weapons and spells left and right. Fendros stood at the tip of the pack's push with a ward ahead and his axe batting aside spears and splitting shoulders. Behind him, Sabine covered their retreat with a steady stream of lightning from her left and right hands either side. Janius protected their flanks with all the strength he had left. They could all tell their strength was waning.

Fendros knew they could not simply grind their way through, but he did not say it. His mind found a tactic. "Ahnasha! Mark a corridor you and Sabine can make!" They both knew with magic and a well placed set of arrows, they could remove a number of weak threats in a line, if temporarily. "Kaleeth, Lorag, be ready to take us through it! The rest of you, keep them back!"

Even if it would take them only halfway across the floor to Vile, it would be halfway closer to victory.