Lol, oops; spelling error. "flowing claws" should be "glowing claws" ...

Two Deathless Ones vastly outmatched one mage and two warriors who couldn't even touch their enemies with their blades. This was a problem.
Zanzibar gripped the talisman so hard his fingers hurt; he felt Sharrakamov stir uneasily. He sighed and relaxed slightly.
Now.
A long sigh, like a drawn out breath.
They appeared.
He did not recognize them, but they were powerful. Beren stirred as the second one appeared, a smaller one in a dark grey cloak. The other wore a lighter cloak, and immediately began to attack Beren, leaving Selantrio to the other.
As the cat watched, he wondered what had happened to Sharrakamov.

Selantrio had arrived in time to deflect the mortal's fireball, although he did not doubt that Beren could have easily handled it himself. Now, as he faced his fellow commander Pirelann, he felt a jolt of disbelief.
*You shame all Salenrytii by reverting to your Fader form* he hissed, outraged. Once more clad in her Fader's robes, Pirelann remained serene.
*No. I shamed all Faders by wearing the robe of a Deathless One*
*You betray the Order* he snapped.
*I renounce the Order* she responded, and to his astonishment she ringed him with flame that crept steadily towards him.
He had enough time to see that Beren had trapped the other Fader with a spiky fence of energy before the flames snatched his attention away.

Shards of blood-tarnished energy enclosed Venomarin, but with a simple tap of power the fence fell away. She knew he was testing her - she could feel his immense power. Hers would have been no match except for Sharrakamov's support. If Beren's power was a lake of energy, Sharrakamov's was an ocean - vast and clean. She drew on it to augment her own.
Beren, unlike Selantrio and Pirelann, worked in silence - no taunts, no enticements to join him. Just simple, immediate action. If he'd been anything other than a Deathless One - an enemy - she might have admired him.
As it was, she retaliated with the same efficiency. Sharrakamov was like a rock - solid and unmovable. Often she used attacks that he showed her - his knowledge was incredible.
They traded volleys of magical attacks as Beren began to try to work his will on Venomarin. His power was very insidious, insinuating itself past her defenses to whisper that perhaps, just this time, Sharrakamov and Pirelann were wrong. But the thread of reason that was so warped warned her that this was Beren's work, and he came up against an inpenetrable wall of resolve, strengthened by the pain of Scimitar's death.
Recoiling sharply, Beren retaliated by flattening her with a wall of power. She repelled it and stood her ground, reinforced by Sharrakamov's will, presence and power.