Shifting in his stance, Janius brought his attention to the last remaining spearman in the final moments of the hunter's life. With nothing more in their way, Janius ran up the ramp to support Runt's tactic.

Sabine herself tried to cover her face with her arms as she perceived the mage's fireball spell. She recoiled at the pain, but opened her arms to find that the fireball had detonated wide from her, only so much as singeing her fur. Both of her adversaries had been knocked down. She didn't see why, but she didn't need to. The mage's throat was first. She lunged and pinned the mage's shoulders before biting at the neck. There was more resistance than usual to her bite, causing her to need to pull and jerk at the mage's body for a moment. It was likely because of a shield spell that Sabine was having difficulties, but eventually the taste of blood served as proof of its failure.

Fendros couldn't see much from where he was, he kept the aim of his second to last arrow drawn in the direction of the final archer, but it looked like he would be dealt with soon. It was a concern then, that Runt took longer than warranted to kill the mage, as he spotted the archer take aim at her while she was distracted. Janius noticed as well on his way up the ramp, and attempted to run to cover her with his shield. Janius made it just in time, but in the position he was in, his shield was not properly placed. There was a cry of pain and Janius stumbled to the ground. Fendros could see an arrow sticking out from Janius' upper-leg.

Sabine, finally managing to finish off the mage through the choked shouts of panic, jerked up her blood-soaked face at the new noise and wasted no time in leaping onto the archer before he could even reach back for another arrow. The archer's death was similar, though much quicker, than the mage's.

"Janius!" Fendros got up quickly from his cover with wide eyes. Relaxed his bow, before jogging up to the ramp to assess the situation. Janius' face was expressing a lot of pain, his teeth were bared and his breathing was fast. The arrow was silver-headed. Dropping his axe and pulling his arm from his shield, he retrieved the healing potion given to him by Runt and tried to empty its contents into the wound to at least relieve the pain, but the silver would not let it heal. "Get it out!" Janius shouted between pained breaths, "Get it out, now!"