The Imperial Sergeant's eyes opened, his vision blurred from hitting the dirt as hard as he imagined Richter had hit the wagon. It wouldn't have mattered if his eyes could see perfectly, for all he saw was the dirt road he was currently tasting, and his mottled hair. His body ached, but with a stubborness a Dwarf would be proud of, he pushed off the ground and spat out the earth of the road. Somehow, his sword was still sheathed at his side. Thank Sigmar for small mercies. [i]If only he'd take care of the bigger ones.[/i] 

He had no time to focus on the good men that had just been butchred, and the wagon faded into the Reikwald's depths in the background. “[b]We have to get out of here[/b]," a hoarse, feminine voice said to his side. [i]Oh right, by Sigmar.[/i] Hitting the dirt had almost made him forget this woman was with him. He hoped she had more shot in her pistols. He doubted they had enough time to make it anywhere without being overrun. 

“[b]The road or the woods?[/b]” she asked. Dirt and blood caked his face and Reikland tabard, giving him a look that was nearly as feral as some of the Beastman they had just encountered. "South." he said, nodding to his left and already moving in that direction. "The Reikwald ends in about 50 miles that way, if we're where I think we are. Past that are foothills and farmland. Dunkelburg is another 50 miles after that."

With that, he kept his mouth shut and his jaw clenched as they began to run, wading past the huge trunks of the towering trees and entering the realm mutants called 'home.' Their following journey was utterly dreadful to any sane man. The mist obscured their vision as tree roots threatened to trip them up and yank them into their early graves. It was less than an hour later, their limbs already weary from being in constant motion, that they heard the first inhuman cries of mutants and Beastman. Cerdic slammed his back against a huge Ash tree, gasping for air through his teeth. He motioned for her to join him quickly with his hand.  
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