There was a moment while Ahnasha was scouting ahead where Fendros paused to look over at the man he had shot. For some reason he didn't feel so apprehensive about it this time. He had a lot of time to think about the event with the drug smugglers, and while he still didn't like the prospect of killing, he couldn't help but think that in this case, these people knew the risks they were taking. Dying to a werewolf was probably how they expected to die.

The group ahead sounded large, but with their approach so far, it was still in the pack's favour. They charged, indeed the hunters looked like they were sitting down to dinner when they were fallen upon. Most of them were dressed much the same as the lookouts; furs and leathers. It was reminiscent of bandits. [i]Or another pack,[/i] Fendros thought.

Lorag was the first to strike, Janius flung a bolt of fire to another before cutting at the man's arm and neck with an axe. Runt shot past them both straight into the next one, jumping onto him and tearing his neck open with her teeth before he could pull his sword halfway out of its scabbard. Barely a moment had passed and already half of their number had fallen. The rest armed themselves as best as they could.

Fendros picked his target as the one who had scrambled to pick up his crossbow from a table, Fendros loosed an arrow at the Breton man in a rush and landed it in his arm just before he could aim, causing him to shoot wildly up towards the ceiling. His target disabled for now, Fendros pulled out another arrow and tried to aim at an Altmer, who had reciprocated his attention. At the last moment, Fendros ducked as a shard of ice flew over his head and shattered on the wall behind him. Fendros stood and shot properly, but his arrow was slowed to ineffectiveness by a ward that the Altmer mage put up.

There was one left on the right of the room who had managed to pick up his spear, a Redguard man. He was backed against the wall by Sabine and Janius, who could not rush him without risk of being impaled. A few precious seconds passed before Janius decided to cast an arc of fire over the man to confuse and burn him. He then followed through by stepping in shield-first to deflect the spear and winding him by driving the shaft of his axe against the man's stomach, before arcing his axe around and onto the man's head. The Redguard was able to raise his spear shaft at the last moment to block Janius' blow, but Janius was able to hook his axe blade around the spear and pull it down low enough to find the man's neck. A force against his back caused Janius to spin around from his last opponent and hold his shield out in front of him. Someone had shot an arrow that deflected off his cuirass at an angle, and a bow wielding Bosmer across the room appeared responsible.

Sabine scanned around quickly, before running headlong towards a Nord wielding a two-handed battleaxe. The Nord was taken slightly off guard by Sabine's speed, even for a werewolf, but she still had to sidestep from her charge in order to avoid the arc down of the Nord's axe. She bounced back and scratched at the Nord's arm, giving him a flesh wound but evidently not stopping him, before she suffered a searing blow from her side from an Imperial's silver longsword. She jumped back a few paces to try and properly assess the situation before trying to attack again.