Meesei's surroundings seemed somewhat...faded. She had a hard time concentrating on anything, but she had to try. She focused on the haft of the spear jutting from her abdomen. Wrapping her hands around it, she focused what shrivel of magicka she had left into her hand, specifically into a spell of destruction. It was a pitiful display of magic fit for a child, but it was enough. The disintegration spell caused the wood to become brittle, enough that she was able to snap it with only a small amount of force. Now, only a short portion of the spear remained impaled through her, which she had no intention to remove. It was somewhat of a mercy that the silver spearhead had pierced all the way through her, as it was no longer harming her, and the haft itself was plugging the wound and preventing a lot of extra bleeding. 

Even without their equipment, one would not assume that the Orc would be able to stand against three lycans at the same time, but there was a reason he was Clavicus Vile's champion. He threw Lorag off of him and scrambled quickly to his feet, drawing one of his shortswords. The Orc blocked Janius' spear with his shield, then twisted his arm around and grabbed a hold of the haft. At the same time, he predicted what Lorag would do next and swung his shortsword backwards, slicing him across his arm as he approached. The Orc yanked on the spear to pull Janius closter, then struck him with a bash from his shield and shoulder to throw him off balance and cause him to lose his grip on his weapon. He took another swing at Lorag , who ducked under the silver blade, but that provided the Orc with the opportunity to bring up his knee into Lorag's face. 

In a display of near omniscience, the Orc recognized a faint glimmer in the air nearby and jumped back in time to evade a slash from Ahnasha's daggers. She appeared in front of him and tried to go for another slash, but he was able to sweep her legs and send her to the ground before she could. Janius had recovered by this point and responded with a destruction spell, this time an ice spike. With his lightning fast reflexes, the Orc was able to block it with his shield again, but this time, it shattered the battered shield into two pieces. Undeterred, the Orc grabbed a dagger from his bandolier between two fingers on his other hand while still holding his sword, then tossed it at Janius in a single, rapid motion. The dagger stuck into Janius' side; not a lethal hit, but the silver blade required his immediate attention. Almost on cue, Lorag managed to land a solid blow on the Orc's jaw, with his sheer strength stumbling him backwards. Lorag tried to grab for one of his knives while he was off-balance, but even while staggered, the Orc was able to attack. He delivered a kick to Lorag's shin that bent his leg back at an unnatural angle and broke his kneecap. 

Ahnasha had brought herself back up to her feet, but just as before, the Orc saw her coming. He had an almost unnatural level of spacial awareness that allowed him to react quickly to his opponents' actions. This time, Ahnasha was actually able to slice into his arm with one of her daggers. The Orc lost his shortsword as a result, but that certainly did not mean he wasn't still deadly. The Orc delivered a kick to her chest, which pushed her back against the wall of the cave. While she was off balance, he grabbed both of her hands, then, using his superior strength, forced the two bound daggers from her hands. Once she was unarmed, he headbutted her, then grabbed her by the throat with both hands and pressed her against the wall. Ahnasha instinctively brought both of her hands to her neck to try and pull the Orc's hands apart as he was suffocating her, but she could not match his strength. She struggled and kicked at him, but she was getting nowhere. It seemed as if she was going to be strangled to death when she saw the strange, red-tinted glint of metal start to protrude from his chest, stopping just shy of her own fur. 

The Orc released his grip on Ahnasha's throat, allowing her to take in a much-needed breath. The Orc had not expected Meesei to still be alive, let alone conscious. He had not thought to look at her during the fight, so he did not see when she slowly brought herself to her feet. He did not see when she nearly collapsed trying to pick up his silver longsword, only to press on through sheer force of will. He did not see her stumble towards him with his blade dragging across the floor behind her. He did not see when she impaled the blade through his spine, and due to his newly-acquire paralysis, he did not feel it either. The Orc collapsed to the ground, with Meesei dropping down to her hands and knees beside him. She rolled him onto his back to look into his eyes, then grabbed his hand and held it up in front of him. The last thing the Orc saw was Meesei slipping a ring, which bore an intricate carving of a wolf, off of his finger, then putting it onto her own. 

Meesei collapsed beside the Orc. Despite their own injuries, the others gathered around her. She was still alive, but was barely hanging on by a thread. Even with the haft of the spear plugging her wound, she had lost a lot of blood. Without magical or alchemical assistance, her death was guaranteed, and even with it, survival would not be certain. Miraculously, through all the suffering and pain, Meesei was retaining consciousness. She started to speak up with a voice that was obviously weak, but despite her condition, despite how seemingly improbable her survival was, it carried the same firm confidence with which she always spoke. "Those...Dunmer mages should have...magicka potions. Bring them to me. Ahnasha...tear some cloth from these hunters' clothes to make...bandages. We will need them."