"Hmph, they weren't anything spectacular, honestly. Once their trap failed, they tried to run, but you don't just escape a lycan, If they get the jump on you, you're probably gonna die, but you break down their ambush or avoid their traps, then it gets much more fun.They fight dirty though, I can tell you that. When we caught up to them, some of them ran, while others fought to the last breath with outright suicidal zeal. I guess they wanted to make sure at least one of them escaped. There was this one little Bosmer woman with a silver shortword that I came barreling straight at in my wolf form, and you [i]know[/i] what kind of an intimidating sight that is. This one was fearless, though. Instead of running, she charged straight at me. I tackled her right to the ground, of course, but it didn't seem to matter to her. She just kept trying to stab me over and over again, and managed to get a few of them in. She didn't even try to do anything defensive. Didn't put her arms up to protect her throat when I went for it, nothing. She just wanted to stab me as many times as possible before I killed her, hoping I would bleed out later. These guys are zealots for their cause, and they'll fight to the last if you put 'em in a corner. Remember that." Lorag advised. He took a drink from his waterskin and sighed. He was still disappointed that they had ran out of wine. After that whole business with the celebration, most of the others had began to avoid the alcohol, but not him. He was more than happy to drink whatever the others wouldn't, not really caring about any possible risks. In a small way, he had been kind of glad Ahnasha was with child, as it meant more wine for himself.