At Meesei's lead, the group pressed on deeper into the caves. So far, no one had been seriously wounded, and they were moving like lighting towards their prey. The caves were expansive, but they were not limitless, as they had finally reached the final chamber, where the Orc was waiting. Meesei took in as much of her environment as possible as they ran in. Much like the last chamber, it was large, with columns of stone reaching from the floor to the ceiling. This chamber had quite a few more pieces of furniture, as well as crates of supplies on the right. On the left, the stream which ran through the cave led into a pool of water. There did not seem to be any obvious exits, though that did not mean there were no hidden ones. 

The Orc was on the opposite side of the chamber, but there were only four other hunters, two on either side of him. They seemed to be waiting for them, which made Meesei immediately fear a trap. There was no turning back now, however; they had to strike. The pack charged towards the Orc, putting enough space between them to limit any collateral damage from enemy attacks. Unfortunately, it did not matter in what formation they traveled, as the Orc's ambush was something they never could have expected. Giving a simple nod, the Orc commanded two of his allies, both Dunmer mages, to enact his plan. They unleashed waves of telekinesis not at the werewolves charging them, but on a collection of barrels on either side of them. The barrels broke, shattering the flasks contained within them. A strange violet gas started to fill the entire chamber. To the Orc and his allies, it did nothing, but to the lycans, its effects were immediate. They each stopped in their tracks as pain overwhelmed them. Their bodies shifted and shrunk, their bones broke and reformed. Somehow, this gas was forcing them out of their lycan forms. It was something that was not meant to be possible. Over the course of thousands of years, no one had figured out a way to force transformations one way or another, apart from simply angering a lycan until they lost control. This did nothing to their emotions, however, it simply forced them back into their normal forms, regardless of anything they did to try and resist.

Meesei brought herself back up to her feet after being forced back into her Argonian form. She could hear the Orc laughing, taunting them in a display of his arrogant pride. He grinned as he looked over the group before him. "Did you honestly expect it to be that easy? Did you not think I would have plan if you got this far? Such arrogance."

"You should have killed us when you had the chance, Orc. We are not done yet." Meesei responded, intentionally trying to draw out the dialogue to allow her pack to recover and prepare themselves. Even in their current state, they were not defenseless. Meesei and Ahnasha were just as deadly now as they always were, and Meesei had taught each of the others how to summon at least one bound weapon. 

"Ha! You think I'm afraid of a naked Argonian and her unarmed friends? No, you're going to pay for the disruption you've caused here. You killed most of my men, not that it really matters. Lord Vile will send me plenty more once I give him your souls. Don't worry though, I won't kill you immediately. No, I'm going to have fun with you. Immobilize them." The Orc ordered. The mages beside him charged, then released two glowing green orbs of alteration magic: paralysis spells. Meesei was quick with her response, however, and brought up a ward large enough to intercept both. A magical green mist filled the air in front of her ward, but none of her allies were affected. The Orc practically growled in anger. "Forget it, just kill them!" He shouted. 

The Dunmer mages switched from alteration to destruction, releasing two powerful streams of fire towards Meesei's allies. She expanded her barrier to an impressive size to defend her pack, but it was not an easy spell to maintain alone. Meesei fell to her knees, holding her arms out and focusing entirely on her ward. 

Ahnasha returned to her senses in the middle of the Orc's last little speech. He was indeed arrogant to think he could capture them all, but killing them was still definitely possible. Meesei was protecting them all from the destruction spells, but they would need to act quickly if they were going to prevent her barrier from falling. Luckily, Ahnasha was more than ready to assist. Conjuring a bound bow, she quickly nocked, then loosed an arrow at the mage on the left, demonstrating that the ward was in fact a one-way ward. The well-aimed arrow pierced straight through his heart, leaving little to guess as to what his fate would be. 

Meanwhile, Lorag did his best to conjure up a weapon, as Meesei had taught him, but he was angry. He could hardly concentrate on anything other than how much he wanted that other Orc dead. After a few tries, he gave up and picked up a sizable rock from the ground beside him. He approached the edge of the ward and tossed it with all of his might at the mage on the right. He was going for the head, but ended up hitting her in the chest. Still, it was enough to knock the wind out of her and stop her from casting her spell. 

Meesei lowered her ward once the spellfire ceased, prompting her pack to attack. Ahnasha had killed one mage, but there was still the other one, two warriors, an the Orc himself. If they were going to have any hope of winning this, they would need to take out his allies, then focus on the Orc. Meesei was magically exhausted, but she would still need to find some way to hold the Orc at bay while her pack took out his allies. 

"For your honor, Lord Hircine." Meesei muttered as she stood to her feet, staring down the Orc before her.