A fraction of a second of hesitation passed as Meesei lunged forward into the fray. Fendros threw himself into a run behind her, damning it all. There was one Dunmer man that he had decided to target, but was beaten to it by another of the pack. It was all too fast for him to notice who. There was a cacophony of shouts and the tearing of fabric and armour as the majority of the prey were snuffed out in the space of a few seconds.

Fendros looked about himself for a new target, but one seemed to find him. A tall, strong looking woman wielding a sword and an expression that bordered on panic and confusion, but a stance that seemed to be braced to fight. Fendros growled and lowered himself to jump at her. [i]No, do not fall into her trap,[/i] Fendros tried to inject his own sense of the battle into his instinct. Instead of jumping, Fendros stalked around her for a couple of steps, then lashed out with one clawed arm. The woman stepped back out of his reach at the last moment and tried to follow through with a thrust at his throat. Perceiving the movement in her footwork, Fendros reared and stood up out of the way of the blade and swiped at the woman's sword arm with his other arm. The woman cried out in pain as a loud snap could be heard from her arm breaking and the sword thudding onto the ash. Now was the time to go for the neck. Fendros let his instinct guide his teeth to the woman's throat and push her to the ground in the process. Blood, the taste of the blood and flesh was satisfying, but as he raised his head from his kill, a portion of her throat still in his mouth, there was still a fight going on. Fendros felt as if his head were in a vice with how loudly his Dunmer conscience was protesting, but the beast was dominating his mind this time. There was no stopping.

Fendros could either smell the fading life of the ones they had just killed, or there was more to be found. The tents. Fendros approached one of the tents and tore at its covering to try and find any more. There was nothing. He moved to another one, the same thing. He stopped and stood to sniff the air and tried to hear any more signs of life.