Marianne stood there, witnessing the carnage as her insects did their work. At times like these, she really wished she was able to use magic. She could throw some fireballs and thunders around, helping out her team more than just watching her insects do the dirty work.

The carnage continued as one by one the skavens fell, with Grendrick killing many of them with such a beastly rage that both impressed and terrified Marianne. She also saw Gormarr fighting in his own blood rage, as he chopped, crushed, and even squeezed the ratment to death. Ayse burned them to death with her spells. Thankfully, she was considerate enough to not target the skavens plagued with her insects since she really didn't want to buy and retrain them all over again. Slyvia took out the fleeing skavens skillfully, as she capitalized on them panicking to deal easy damage from behind. Fariha's skill with her bow was also amazing, as she was able to aim and shoot while moving around and still stayed accurate to her mark. She even did some acrobatics, showing off just how nimble she was. Nove was also fighting, slashing and thrusting the skavens with his trusty sword. Marianne noticed some moments where he looked like he was hesitating however. Could it be that he was feeling sorry for the ratmen? What a foolish notion, Marianne couldn't help but think. They were monsters, barely intelligent and sapient. They were more like rats that you had to exterminate. Would you feel hesitation in exterminating rats that were plaguing your home? Of course not.

The gore however, was new to her. Raised in an affluent family, far from war, she really had no former experience in seeing all those entrails flying around. However, unlike most noble girls, who would scream and puke when they saw a scene like this, she stood tall and proud, calmly looking around her surroundings. Her heart was pounding however, and she could feel sweat starting to soak her dress.

[i]Listen, Marianne. The most important thing you must always do while in a battle is to keep a calm head. No matter what horrors you see with your own two eyes.[/i]

"I see, Father. I will stay calm and assess the situation with a cool head," Marianne mumbled to herself.

As the skaven numbers dwindled, she heard Nove shouting at the dwarf, trying to convince them to not view them as hostiles. Marianne doubted it would be that easy, for dwarves were quite famous for their stubborness.