The shield flew. Do'rhajul was quickly lost behind the horde as Lorag had been. It landed as Fendros had come back to his feet.

Janius was the next one to cover Fendros' right. He leapt in with the old dragon bone of his axe hand drenched in daedric ichor. With savage strength, he cut down anyone who tried the opening. Enough time for Fendros to catch his senses. No doubt the fury brought by Kaleeth being laid low gave him the second or third wind he needed to provide one last stand for them.

Sabine had her back to Fendros, working with the thralls behind them to keep their rear free of reprisal. She felt her chest tighten seeing her friends and family so damaged in so ultimate a chance. Her hands crackled blue and white with a icy cold that came together in front of her and struck the ruinach's side with a persistent stream of rimefrost. Two of the ruinach's arms blackened and went numb within seconds. But the thralls behind them were overwhelmed soon after without her support.

Without the ring on Fendros' finger, he might have broken his attack to go back and assist Ahnasha. He could feel every instinct pulling to protect the one he loved. But they had made a promise before reaching this tower, and Fendros had little hesitation to see it through. He snatched up the shield and held it forward with both hands between himself and Vile.

Not a second longer and the world lit up in white again. Fendros took step by forceful step. He pushed as hard as he can. Keeping his sense of position was key. Almost there. Almost within measure. He readied the axe once more.

"For all the suffering you caused us..." Fendros said through gritted teeth. "For all the lives you took...For Meesei. For Ri'vashi. For all of us..." He brought the axe behind him. "We'll have you, Clavicus Vile."