Mercenaries across the settlement were now scattering. Some were still desperately trying to fight in the streets, other were trying to flee into the marsh, while some were fleeing into the homes around them, presumably to protect their families. Kaleeth, meanwhile, could not stop herself from chasing them down. She would partially consume one, then move on to the next one which caught her ire. She was not, however, proceeding uninjured. Her beast spirit was aggressive, and none too strategic in its movements. She would simply charge straight at them, perhaps swatting away their weapons first, which left her with bleeding hands. Her scales provided resistance, but she still had shallow gashes on her back and sides, her shoulder, and her left leg. Not nearly as many of the mercenaries in the town bore silver weapons as in the previous battle, but they were still wounds nonetheless. She was covered in blood that was a mix of the mercenaries' and her own. Even so, she did not relent.
Kaleeth spotted two of the mercenaries run into a narrow alley between two buildings, and her beast spirit compelled her to follow. The pair of Argonians had led themselves into a corner; they were attempting to climb over the walls to escape the settlement, but they did not have near enough time to succeed before Kaleeth was upon them. She rushed forward, straight into a spear that one of her foes stabbed into her upper chest, but nevertheless, she crushed him against a wall. As she used her teeth to pull the weapon from her flesh, the other mercenary's silver blade slashed across her back just below her neck. The silver caused a good deal more pain than most of her other wounds, so it enraged her to the point that she immediately lashed out with a shoulder charge, slamming her foe straight through the wall of the nearest building. Unfortunately, woodrot from the swamp's humidity meant that the structure was not entirely stable. One she took out the wall and a few of the supporting columns within, the entire building started to collapse around her. Kaleeth ran in an attempt to escape in time, but she was not quite fast enough. It collapsed on top of her with her head peering out of the remains, but the rest of her body trapped underneath. Her body likely had enough strength to move the weight on top of her, but the position she was in did not give her enough leverage to take advantage of that strength. Instead, all she could do was growl when she saw a group of three mercenaries rushing to finish her off.
Ahnasha could hear the fighting above, the screaming, the spellfire. She knew that the pack had arrived, but she was trapped down in this dungeon and unable to help. She had been unable to sleep since her torture, as her mind had been shifting between despair and rage towards the noble. At the moment, her attitude was leaning more towards rage. She was desperate to get out of her shackles, so much so that she transformed into her werewolf form in the hopes that she could break away from her chains. Her normal wrist irons of course broke as she increased in size, but the secondary shackles were large enough and strong enough to keep her trapped. No matter how hard she jerked at the chains, the anchors in the floor and ceiling were strong enough to hold. She howled as loud as she could in the hopes that one of the pack might hear, which was reasonable, given that they could hear the sounds of battle outside.
A few minutes later, the Argonian noble marched into the room with his ornate silver longsword, not even bothering to close the door behind him. "You think you're saved, aren't you? That I'll just roll over and die while those beasts you call friends come to find you? Don't think that form scares me, you mongrel. Those chains will easily hold you. It isn't as if this will matter, anyway. My men are already attacking your xanmeer as we speak. Thanks to the information you so graciously provided, they will know exactly where to go to strike at their heart. And I hope they slit the throat of your mangy little cub!"
Ahnasha growled at the noble, but silenced herself when he pressed the tip of his blade against her throat. "Face it, I have already won. I don't care about these mercenaries, and you...you're going to get me out of here alive. If your friends so much as think about trying anything, I will end you without a second thought. I only need one of you alive to get out of here."
