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"Khajiit will die before he..." Ra'maranja started to shout, but he was quickly cut off when Kaleeth's shield had impacted his own. He had braced for the hit, but that was quite irrelevant. From the force of her shield charge, he was knocked onto his back, and nearly off of the platform entirely, were it not for the rope siding he caught himself on. Kaleeth glared at him, raising her blade towards him. "Yes, you will." She threatened.
To Kaleeth's left, the healer in Ra'maranja's group tried to engage her. She launched a fireball, but Kaleeth was fast enough with her shield to block it. She could feel the heat from the small explosion of flames, but Kaleeth herself was safe from harm. She slashed at the Khajiit, who was unarmed apart from her magic, which caused her to jump back to dodge. Kaleeth did not relent and continued to press her attack. Unfortunately for the healer, she could only step back a few more steps before falling to the ground below.
Lorag ran up beside Gallus as well and gave him a quick nod. The platform ahead was wide enough for all of them to fight, so they could go in together to finish them off. He was not armed, but in his steel armor, he was still plenty deadly. Blades were almost useless against the steel plate, as long as he could protect his head, since he had left his helmet back in the main structure.
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In the aftermath of Janius' attack, a few shots were fired, but they were quite literally shots in the dark against an opponent they could not see. The forest was thick, and an easy place in which to hide. The Cathay-raht knew this well, and tracking his prey was not so important that he would risk allowing for more attacks.
"Stop! Form up!" The Cathay-raht shouted. His men encircles him, with each of them picking a side to watch for movement. The Cathay-raht himself, who towered over his men, carried his blade in one hand, and drew a crossbow off of his back with the other, which he quickly readied to fire. Each of his men had their bows ready to draw and fire on a moment's notice, while he sniffed at the air. Khajitt themselves had a keen sense of smell, and this one had the scent of a werewolf.
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Peiter did not have a good concept of how long they had been running, only that it was quite a long time. They could not hear or otherwise sense any trace of their pursuers behind them, but that did not mean they were not there. They could still be tracking them patiently, waiting to catch them while they were vulnerable. He had heard the stories of the lengths lycan hunters would sometimes go to in order to kill their quarry.
Eventually, Peiter began to slow down and occasionally stumble. Between his blood loss and his fatigue, he could not go on much longer. "Wait." He said, collapsing down to his hands and knees in the stream. "I can't...keep running. How far...have we gone? It feels...far."
Peiter took a few moments to catch his breath as he looked around at their surroundings. "Maybe...we can stop? Not here, but close. Perhaps stop my bleeding, then we can move away from the stream to throw them off if they're still following?" He suggested. If they did stop, they would need to be sure it was what they wanted to do. They would not be able to transform back once they returned to their human forms.
To Kaleeth's left, the healer in Ra'maranja's group tried to engage her. She launched a fireball, but Kaleeth was fast enough with her shield to block it. She could feel the heat from the small explosion of flames, but Kaleeth herself was safe from harm. She slashed at the Khajiit, who was unarmed apart from her magic, which caused her to jump back to dodge. Kaleeth did not relent and continued to press her attack. Unfortunately for the healer, she could only step back a few more steps before falling to the ground below.
Lorag ran up beside Gallus as well and gave him a quick nod. The platform ahead was wide enough for all of them to fight, so they could go in together to finish them off. He was not armed, but in his steel armor, he was still plenty deadly. Blades were almost useless against the steel plate, as long as he could protect his head, since he had left his helmet back in the main structure.
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In the aftermath of Janius' attack, a few shots were fired, but they were quite literally shots in the dark against an opponent they could not see. The forest was thick, and an easy place in which to hide. The Cathay-raht knew this well, and tracking his prey was not so important that he would risk allowing for more attacks.
"Stop! Form up!" The Cathay-raht shouted. His men encircles him, with each of them picking a side to watch for movement. The Cathay-raht himself, who towered over his men, carried his blade in one hand, and drew a crossbow off of his back with the other, which he quickly readied to fire. Each of his men had their bows ready to draw and fire on a moment's notice, while he sniffed at the air. Khajitt themselves had a keen sense of smell, and this one had the scent of a werewolf.
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Peiter did not have a good concept of how long they had been running, only that it was quite a long time. They could not hear or otherwise sense any trace of their pursuers behind them, but that did not mean they were not there. They could still be tracking them patiently, waiting to catch them while they were vulnerable. He had heard the stories of the lengths lycan hunters would sometimes go to in order to kill their quarry.
Eventually, Peiter began to slow down and occasionally stumble. Between his blood loss and his fatigue, he could not go on much longer. "Wait." He said, collapsing down to his hands and knees in the stream. "I can't...keep running. How far...have we gone? It feels...far."
Peiter took a few moments to catch his breath as he looked around at their surroundings. "Maybe...we can stop? Not here, but close. Perhaps stop my bleeding, then we can move away from the stream to throw them off if they're still following?" He suggested. If they did stop, they would need to be sure it was what they wanted to do. They would not be able to transform back once they returned to their human forms.
Kaleeth and Lorag were right behind Gallus in their pursuit of Ra'maranja and the other two surviving traitors. Ahnasha trailed behind slightly in the hopes of getting a clear shot with her bow. Unfortunately, the narrow and swaying walkways upon which they were running did not make ranged attacks easy to land.
The three traitors were able to make their way all the way down to the ropes they had originally used to climb up, but it was at that point that Ra'maranja realized his doom. Looking down at the forest floor below, he could see that the allies he thought he had were nowhere to be seen. "Ah, where are our reinforcements?" He shouted in anger as he turned his head back towards his rapidly approaching pursuers. If they tried to climb down the ropes, they would be cut down easily, so at this point, they had nowhere to go. There were no other paths with which to escape; this was going to be their final stand. One of Ra'maranja's allies, the Ohmes-raht to his left, handed him his shield. By the time their pursuers had closed in, the traitors stood ready to fight, with Ra'maranja at their front.
Ahnasha loosed an arrow straight at their leader, but with the shield, he was able to block it. Kaleeth had managed to catch up with him around one of the corners and shouted to him as they drew closer. "Get behind me!"
With her own shield raised, Kaleeth did not stop as they reached their enemy, instead rushing straight into them. She did not care how many stood in front of her, they would not stop a shield charge from a werecrocodile.
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Peiter followed Sabine's lead without question, as he could not concentrate enough to form his own plans. He had never experienced silver wounds before, and was not prepared for the pain they would cause him. It had been long enough since the fighting stopped that the pain was hitting him at full force now, and it was only desperation that kept him moving.
The Cathay-raht had regrouped with all of his men and were nine strong now, which was enough to handle two werewolves in a straight fight, particularly when one was wounded. Sabine and Peiter passed close by them, but far enough not to be heard as long as they were careful. Their pursuers would find the blood soon, and would be on their trail once again. But, they would have their chance to get to the stream, which would hopefully cover their tracks.
The three traitors were able to make their way all the way down to the ropes they had originally used to climb up, but it was at that point that Ra'maranja realized his doom. Looking down at the forest floor below, he could see that the allies he thought he had were nowhere to be seen. "Ah, where are our reinforcements?" He shouted in anger as he turned his head back towards his rapidly approaching pursuers. If they tried to climb down the ropes, they would be cut down easily, so at this point, they had nowhere to go. There were no other paths with which to escape; this was going to be their final stand. One of Ra'maranja's allies, the Ohmes-raht to his left, handed him his shield. By the time their pursuers had closed in, the traitors stood ready to fight, with Ra'maranja at their front.
Ahnasha loosed an arrow straight at their leader, but with the shield, he was able to block it. Kaleeth had managed to catch up with him around one of the corners and shouted to him as they drew closer. "Get behind me!"
With her own shield raised, Kaleeth did not stop as they reached their enemy, instead rushing straight into them. She did not care how many stood in front of her, they would not stop a shield charge from a werecrocodile.
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Peiter followed Sabine's lead without question, as he could not concentrate enough to form his own plans. He had never experienced silver wounds before, and was not prepared for the pain they would cause him. It had been long enough since the fighting stopped that the pain was hitting him at full force now, and it was only desperation that kept him moving.
The Cathay-raht had regrouped with all of his men and were nine strong now, which was enough to handle two werewolves in a straight fight, particularly when one was wounded. Sabine and Peiter passed close by them, but far enough not to be heard as long as they were careful. Their pursuers would find the blood soon, and would be on their trail once again. But, they would have their chance to get to the stream, which would hopefully cover their tracks.
Posted as quick as I could, but I need to get to bed now, goodnight.
Lorag, Kaleeth, and Ahnasha were all quick to react, just as with the rest of the pack. Ahnasha conjured a bow, which, while not useful in this building, could help once outside. Kaleeth had already been walking towards her weapons when Meesei was attacked, so she ran to her sword and shield, then ran to the door to give chase. Lorag, meanwhile, did not even bother to run for his hammer. He was already wearing his steel armor, which was all that he figured he needed. He was among the first out the door after Ra'maranja's group fled, and was able to catch up with one of them. The Suthay that Uthri had delayed was in the back of the group, and as Lorag rounded the corner to get outside, she tried to surprise him with her blade. Unfortunately for her, Lorag was simply able to hold up his arm, causing the blade to bounce uselessly off of the steel plate. With his free hand, he grabbed the Khajiit by the throat, then forced her off of the edge of the platform, down to her death below.
Despite Meesei's command, Irenya took it upon herself to use her own independent judgment. With everyone else running after Ra'maranja, she would be more useful staying to help contain the fire with frost magic, and to heal the Champion once it was safe.
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Peiter yelped and howled with the pain of having the arrow ripped from his body, but he knew it was necessary. It gave him more time before he would need to be treated, but he still could not run forever. The silver would slow his healing, so he was bleeding from multiple wounds. Unfortunately, there was no time to deal with that now. It sounded like the enemy was closing in, and much more quickly than he would have expected. It was possible that, after he and Sabine had started to turn directions, the enemy had guessed that they were trying to stay close to their pack, and had taken a shorter path in an attempt to head them off. This Cathay-raht seemed to be strong, capable, and evidently intelligent.
Despite his pain, Peiter ran as fast as he could alongside Sabine. They had to not only put distance between themselves and the enemy, but also figure out how to lose them entirely. They could outrun them easily, but it would not matter if they could not throw off their tracking. "I can't...run forever. We have to...lose them." He said.
Despite Meesei's command, Irenya took it upon herself to use her own independent judgment. With everyone else running after Ra'maranja, she would be more useful staying to help contain the fire with frost magic, and to heal the Champion once it was safe.
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Peiter yelped and howled with the pain of having the arrow ripped from his body, but he knew it was necessary. It gave him more time before he would need to be treated, but he still could not run forever. The silver would slow his healing, so he was bleeding from multiple wounds. Unfortunately, there was no time to deal with that now. It sounded like the enemy was closing in, and much more quickly than he would have expected. It was possible that, after he and Sabine had started to turn directions, the enemy had guessed that they were trying to stay close to their pack, and had taken a shorter path in an attempt to head them off. This Cathay-raht seemed to be strong, capable, and evidently intelligent.
Despite his pain, Peiter ran as fast as he could alongside Sabine. They had to not only put distance between themselves and the enemy, but also figure out how to lose them entirely. They could outrun them easily, but it would not matter if they could not throw off their tracking. "I can't...run forever. We have to...lose them." He said.
Kaleeth stood up and walked slowly in Meesei’s direction. She had to warn her, but unfortunately, she was currently in a conversation with Ra’maranja. She had to think of some way to pull Meesei away without altering the Khajiit. If Ra’maranja, or any of the others in his group caught on that she was suspicious before the packs were ready, then there was no telling what might happen. When Kaleeth finally did reach them, Meesei looked up at her curiously, so Kaleeth said the first thing that came to mind.
“Meesei, I…I think I’m…with egg.” Kaleeth said, doing her best to sound concerned. Certainly, it was enough to get Meesei’s attention, and that of a few others in the pack.
Meesei’s eyes widened. “What? Kaleeth, I thought I gave you enough potions.”
Kaleeth lowered her head to mimic shame. “I know, but I…forgot to drink it last time. Everything happened so fast, and now it is taking too long to…can you just please take a look at me? We can head over to one of the other buildings.”
Meesei nodded. “Very well. Hopefully, you are mistaken.”
The pair of Argonians stood up and started to head outside. Their conversation had gathered strange looks from Ra’maranja’s group, but not necessarily suspicious ones. Once outside, Meesei’s expression towards Kaleeth was disappointed, as she had made sure to warn both Kaleeth and Ahnasha of the importance of drinking those potions.
“Kaleeth, I am surprised at this. For three years, you have been diligent and approached mating safely. If you forgot the potion, you should have come to me afterwards to allow me to use my magic instead. You and Janius are mates, there is no reason to be ashamed of…” Meesei began, but Kaleeth stopped in front of her and cut her off as soon as they were out of earshot.
”That is not what this is about.” Kaleeth said in Jel. ”Sees-No-Colors, he hinted in Jel that this is a trap. I think Ra’maranja is a traitor, or something. Janius got the children out, but we need to do something.”
Meesei nodded affirmatively. She had noticed some strange details and behavior as well throughout the day, and she trusted her pack, so she did not argue. ”Then we need to hurry. Let us try to warn the others.”
The pair turned back and returned to the main building with the others. However, their quick return was not overlooked by Ra’maranja. As Meesei walked back towards her pack, Ra’maranja stood up and looked at her curiously. “Well, that was certainly fast.”
“Yes, it only took a quick reading of her energies to rule out her fears. I was able to do it on the way.” Meesei answered simply. Unfortunately, Ra’maranja was unconvinced. He had been paying close attention to Colors’ behavior, and had seen how visible his stress had become. He had made note of the fact that Janius suddenly left with the children, and while he had not been close enough to hear what Colors had said to Kaleeth, he did take notice when his healer had interrupted them. Now, the Champion had left with one of her pack, only to return minutes later. Each of them alone would not be too suspicious, but together, they were too much to ignore.
As Meesei was about to speak to Lorag, Ra’maranja subtly grabbed hold of a knife on his belt, then quickly drew the silver blade. The Khajiit was standing right beside Meesei, so she was able to notice the motion near its end, but the only reaction she had time for was to bring her arm up to protect her chest or head. As such, Ra’maranja quickly stabbed her in the stomach. He pulled back the blade and was going to do so again, but by that point, Meesei had time to cast a spell, and a strong one it was. She blasted him back with a wave of telekinetic force, infused with lightning. He shouted out in pain and stumbled back against the tree trunk at the center of the room, which saved him from falling.
Ra’maranja’s group had all scrambled to their feet as soon as he had attacked, apart from Colors, who had dropped to his knees and raised up his hands nonthreateningly. Even so, they were severely outnumbered by Meesei’s packs.
“Run!” Ra’maranja shouted, prompting his allies to all run for the door. Ra’maranja quickly did the same, but not before launching a fireball at one of the bags his group had brought in from the city. Evidently, whatever was in the bag was highly flammable, because it exploded in fire.
Clutching her wound, Meesei shouted to her pack. “After them! Do not let them escape!” She commanded. With her free hand, she sprayed a wave of frost magic over the growing fire to prevent it from spreading, especially to the other bags. At the same time, she started to hear distant shouting coming from the direction of the forest floor, but she had to focus on stopping the fire for the moment. If it was not extinguished, there was no guarantee that her pack would all be able to get to safety in time.
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Peiter ran as fast as he could, but with his wounds, he was having a difficult time keeping up with Sabine. Of course, she was not going to leave him behind, but that meant she had to slow down. Even so, they were still moving faster than any biped could hope. It did not take long for them to get out of sight of their pursuers, but they had to assume that they were still being tracked. The followers of Vile they had been fighting for the past few years were generally either hired lycan hunters, or trained by them.
Eventually, Peiter had to stop. He could not keep running with a silver arrow lodged in his back. Luckily, they had likely put enough distance between them and their pursuers that they could take a moment to deal with the issue. They needed to stay in their lycan forms, so Sabine could not heal him, but she could still help.
“Wait…this arrow…I can’t keep running.” Peiter said, turning so she could see the arrow. “Please, pull it out.” He asked in a tone that was almost begging. Normally, it was best to leave an arrow in a wound to prevent excess bleeding, but in the case of a silver arrowhead, that was not the case. The metal burned at his flesh and would just end up causing even more damage if it was not removed.
“Meesei, I…I think I’m…with egg.” Kaleeth said, doing her best to sound concerned. Certainly, it was enough to get Meesei’s attention, and that of a few others in the pack.
Meesei’s eyes widened. “What? Kaleeth, I thought I gave you enough potions.”
Kaleeth lowered her head to mimic shame. “I know, but I…forgot to drink it last time. Everything happened so fast, and now it is taking too long to…can you just please take a look at me? We can head over to one of the other buildings.”
Meesei nodded. “Very well. Hopefully, you are mistaken.”
The pair of Argonians stood up and started to head outside. Their conversation had gathered strange looks from Ra’maranja’s group, but not necessarily suspicious ones. Once outside, Meesei’s expression towards Kaleeth was disappointed, as she had made sure to warn both Kaleeth and Ahnasha of the importance of drinking those potions.
“Kaleeth, I am surprised at this. For three years, you have been diligent and approached mating safely. If you forgot the potion, you should have come to me afterwards to allow me to use my magic instead. You and Janius are mates, there is no reason to be ashamed of…” Meesei began, but Kaleeth stopped in front of her and cut her off as soon as they were out of earshot.
”That is not what this is about.” Kaleeth said in Jel. ”Sees-No-Colors, he hinted in Jel that this is a trap. I think Ra’maranja is a traitor, or something. Janius got the children out, but we need to do something.”
Meesei nodded affirmatively. She had noticed some strange details and behavior as well throughout the day, and she trusted her pack, so she did not argue. ”Then we need to hurry. Let us try to warn the others.”
The pair turned back and returned to the main building with the others. However, their quick return was not overlooked by Ra’maranja. As Meesei walked back towards her pack, Ra’maranja stood up and looked at her curiously. “Well, that was certainly fast.”
“Yes, it only took a quick reading of her energies to rule out her fears. I was able to do it on the way.” Meesei answered simply. Unfortunately, Ra’maranja was unconvinced. He had been paying close attention to Colors’ behavior, and had seen how visible his stress had become. He had made note of the fact that Janius suddenly left with the children, and while he had not been close enough to hear what Colors had said to Kaleeth, he did take notice when his healer had interrupted them. Now, the Champion had left with one of her pack, only to return minutes later. Each of them alone would not be too suspicious, but together, they were too much to ignore.
As Meesei was about to speak to Lorag, Ra’maranja subtly grabbed hold of a knife on his belt, then quickly drew the silver blade. The Khajiit was standing right beside Meesei, so she was able to notice the motion near its end, but the only reaction she had time for was to bring her arm up to protect her chest or head. As such, Ra’maranja quickly stabbed her in the stomach. He pulled back the blade and was going to do so again, but by that point, Meesei had time to cast a spell, and a strong one it was. She blasted him back with a wave of telekinetic force, infused with lightning. He shouted out in pain and stumbled back against the tree trunk at the center of the room, which saved him from falling.
Ra’maranja’s group had all scrambled to their feet as soon as he had attacked, apart from Colors, who had dropped to his knees and raised up his hands nonthreateningly. Even so, they were severely outnumbered by Meesei’s packs.
“Run!” Ra’maranja shouted, prompting his allies to all run for the door. Ra’maranja quickly did the same, but not before launching a fireball at one of the bags his group had brought in from the city. Evidently, whatever was in the bag was highly flammable, because it exploded in fire.
Clutching her wound, Meesei shouted to her pack. “After them! Do not let them escape!” She commanded. With her free hand, she sprayed a wave of frost magic over the growing fire to prevent it from spreading, especially to the other bags. At the same time, she started to hear distant shouting coming from the direction of the forest floor, but she had to focus on stopping the fire for the moment. If it was not extinguished, there was no guarantee that her pack would all be able to get to safety in time.
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Peiter ran as fast as he could, but with his wounds, he was having a difficult time keeping up with Sabine. Of course, she was not going to leave him behind, but that meant she had to slow down. Even so, they were still moving faster than any biped could hope. It did not take long for them to get out of sight of their pursuers, but they had to assume that they were still being tracked. The followers of Vile they had been fighting for the past few years were generally either hired lycan hunters, or trained by them.
Eventually, Peiter had to stop. He could not keep running with a silver arrow lodged in his back. Luckily, they had likely put enough distance between them and their pursuers that they could take a moment to deal with the issue. They needed to stay in their lycan forms, so Sabine could not heal him, but she could still help.
“Wait…this arrow…I can’t keep running.” Peiter said, turning so she could see the arrow. “Please, pull it out.” He asked in a tone that was almost begging. Normally, it was best to leave an arrow in a wound to prevent excess bleeding, but in the case of a silver arrowhead, that was not the case. The metal burned at his flesh and would just end up causing even more damage if it was not removed.
Yeah, I'll include it in my next post (after your next one).
He probably would have, but I'm writing my next part for Kaleeth and Meesei right now. They would be happening concurrently. I'll be mentioning the commotion in my post.
The waves of frost were certainly enough to stop many of the archers in their tracks. The spells, while not always lethal, hindered movement intensely. In total, four were caught in the waves of ice at least partially, while the others ducked into cover between the frost and fire spells. For those caught in the ice, they were sapped of their stamina as their bodies tried desperately to fight off the cold, and the ice itself cut them on the outside, and from the inside some water froze within them. One of them, who was caught in the direct middle of the wave, fell to the ground showing no signs of life, while two of the others were able to get back up and move into cover.
The last of the archers who was hit by the ice was none other than the Cathay-raht leader, but he was not so easily deterred. Cathay-raht were the tallest and most massive of the Khajiit, apart from the Senche forms. In height, he was taller than even a werewolf, though did not have as much mass or strength. Even so, he could challenge a lycan in melee combat if he was skillful enough, and that seemed to be what he intended to do. He rushed through the cloud of ice, ignoring the bleeding, and ran straight at the tree Sabine was hiding behind. However, Peiter was not far behind, and was closing fast.
Peiter ignored entirely the line of archers in cover, instead leaping over them and sprinting at the Cathay-raht. The large Khajiit ran around the tree and raised his silver blade to strike at Sabine, but it was at that point that Peiter pounced onto his back. Quite surprisingly, the Cathay-raht was somehow able to avoid being knocked off his feet. Instead, he used Peiter's own momentum to throw the werewolf to the ground in front of him. He had a few gashes from Peiter's claws, but was still more than able to fight. Fortunately, Peiter recovered quickly and was able to retaliate within seconds. Given that the Cathay-raht was wearing chainmail, a slash would not be effective, but piercing still could be. With as much force as he could manage, Peiter thrust his claws forward into the Khajiit's chest. Three of the claws did indeed pierce through, but did not penetrate as deeply as it would have an unarmored target, and it came at the cost of the Khajiit slashing his blade across the inside of Peiter's arm, as well as diagonally across his abdomen and down to his leg.
Peiter jumped back and glanced over to see if Sabine had finished her transformation. Together, they could perhaps fight the Cathay-raht, but his men were already getting out of cover and drawing their bows. They needed to run.
The last of the archers who was hit by the ice was none other than the Cathay-raht leader, but he was not so easily deterred. Cathay-raht were the tallest and most massive of the Khajiit, apart from the Senche forms. In height, he was taller than even a werewolf, though did not have as much mass or strength. Even so, he could challenge a lycan in melee combat if he was skillful enough, and that seemed to be what he intended to do. He rushed through the cloud of ice, ignoring the bleeding, and ran straight at the tree Sabine was hiding behind. However, Peiter was not far behind, and was closing fast.
Peiter ignored entirely the line of archers in cover, instead leaping over them and sprinting at the Cathay-raht. The large Khajiit ran around the tree and raised his silver blade to strike at Sabine, but it was at that point that Peiter pounced onto his back. Quite surprisingly, the Cathay-raht was somehow able to avoid being knocked off his feet. Instead, he used Peiter's own momentum to throw the werewolf to the ground in front of him. He had a few gashes from Peiter's claws, but was still more than able to fight. Fortunately, Peiter recovered quickly and was able to retaliate within seconds. Given that the Cathay-raht was wearing chainmail, a slash would not be effective, but piercing still could be. With as much force as he could manage, Peiter thrust his claws forward into the Khajiit's chest. Three of the claws did indeed pierce through, but did not penetrate as deeply as it would have an unarmored target, and it came at the cost of the Khajiit slashing his blade across the inside of Peiter's arm, as well as diagonally across his abdomen and down to his leg.
Peiter jumped back and glanced over to see if Sabine had finished her transformation. Together, they could perhaps fight the Cathay-raht, but his men were already getting out of cover and drawing their bows. They needed to run.
Peiter wasn't sure about this plan. Granted, his own plan had its problems, but there were just so many of them, at least twelve. He did not see how they could hold their attention for long enough. At least, not without being killed themselves. Regardless, it seemed like Sabine's mind was set as she shoved him away. Reluctantly, he dropped his halberd and started to transform as he ran over to the north-east. He was fully in his beast form by the time Sabine launched her fireball, and at that point, he had no choice but to attack.
Like a bolt of lightning,, Peiter sprinted out from the bushes behind the archers' northern line. They were not grouped closely enough together that he could jump them all at once, but two on the side to his left were close enough. On the first Khajiit, he pounced before she had even had time to turn her head. His claws ripped into her throat without effort, dooming her to bleed to death. The Bosmer beside her raised his bow to Peiter on a reflex, but did not have time to draw before the werewoulf swiped at his weapon and forced it out of his hand. From there, Peiter dug his claws into the Bosmer's collarbone, then smashed his head into a nearby tree hard enough to split his skull.
By this point, the next closest hostile, a Cathay, was in the middle of drawing his bow, so Peiter sprinted towards him. Even a Cathay could not resist the mass of a werewolf barreling over him, so he was knocked to the ground and received a slash across his chest. It was not likely lethal, but Peiter could not stay to finish him off. As quickly as he had arrived, Peiter sprinted away briefly to the north, then to the west. Arrows were loosed in his direction, but just as Sabine had predicted, there were too many trees and bushes in that location for them to get a clear shot. Unfortunately, not everything was going to plan.
On the archers' southern line, one of the archers looked up to a Cathay-raht in chainmail beside him an shouted out. "Ah, it's an ambush, sir! Ra'maranja must've been found out!"
The Cathay-raht growled. "Bah, we can't stay here, but we're not leaving empty handed." The Cathay-raht, who was likely their leader, glared at Peiter to the northwest, but before he could give an order, another of his men shouted to him.
"Sir, I think I saw one to the south!"
Peiter's heart dropped. The archers had been alert when they attacked, and evidently, one had managed to spot Sabine's movement after she moved.
"Get the mage!" The Cathay-raht shouted, preferring the closer, slower target. Immediately, the entire southern line was running in Sabine's direction, and the northern line started to recover and move as well. Peiter was meant to keep harassing them with hit and run attacks, but there was no way he could allow Sabine to be overrun. Despite the plan, he sprinted straight to the south towards Sabine...and across open ground. The remaining four in the northern line, seeing their target once again, drew and fired. Peiter was an incredibly fast-moving target and difficult to hit. He heard an arrow hit the ground to his left, then a tree to his right, but on the third, he felt a sharp pain in his pack, which was quickly drowned out by adrenaline. Even if he could not feel it clearly, though, he knew he had been hit. He stumbled slightly, but did not stop. As a werewolf, he could take a few hits and keep fighting. There were six or seven hostiles between him and Sabine, but again, he did not need to kill them. He just needed to make sure Sabine could get away.
Like a bolt of lightning,, Peiter sprinted out from the bushes behind the archers' northern line. They were not grouped closely enough together that he could jump them all at once, but two on the side to his left were close enough. On the first Khajiit, he pounced before she had even had time to turn her head. His claws ripped into her throat without effort, dooming her to bleed to death. The Bosmer beside her raised his bow to Peiter on a reflex, but did not have time to draw before the werewoulf swiped at his weapon and forced it out of his hand. From there, Peiter dug his claws into the Bosmer's collarbone, then smashed his head into a nearby tree hard enough to split his skull.
By this point, the next closest hostile, a Cathay, was in the middle of drawing his bow, so Peiter sprinted towards him. Even a Cathay could not resist the mass of a werewolf barreling over him, so he was knocked to the ground and received a slash across his chest. It was not likely lethal, but Peiter could not stay to finish him off. As quickly as he had arrived, Peiter sprinted away briefly to the north, then to the west. Arrows were loosed in his direction, but just as Sabine had predicted, there were too many trees and bushes in that location for them to get a clear shot. Unfortunately, not everything was going to plan.
On the archers' southern line, one of the archers looked up to a Cathay-raht in chainmail beside him an shouted out. "Ah, it's an ambush, sir! Ra'maranja must've been found out!"
The Cathay-raht growled. "Bah, we can't stay here, but we're not leaving empty handed." The Cathay-raht, who was likely their leader, glared at Peiter to the northwest, but before he could give an order, another of his men shouted to him.
"Sir, I think I saw one to the south!"
Peiter's heart dropped. The archers had been alert when they attacked, and evidently, one had managed to spot Sabine's movement after she moved.
"Get the mage!" The Cathay-raht shouted, preferring the closer, slower target. Immediately, the entire southern line was running in Sabine's direction, and the northern line started to recover and move as well. Peiter was meant to keep harassing them with hit and run attacks, but there was no way he could allow Sabine to be overrun. Despite the plan, he sprinted straight to the south towards Sabine...and across open ground. The remaining four in the northern line, seeing their target once again, drew and fired. Peiter was an incredibly fast-moving target and difficult to hit. He heard an arrow hit the ground to his left, then a tree to his right, but on the third, he felt a sharp pain in his pack, which was quickly drowned out by adrenaline. Even if he could not feel it clearly, though, he knew he had been hit. He stumbled slightly, but did not stop. As a werewolf, he could take a few hits and keep fighting. There were six or seven hostiles between him and Sabine, but again, he did not need to kill them. He just needed to make sure Sabine could get away.
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