Cyrdic exchanged a surprised look with Camilla. He took a moment to absorb all of the information, and it still made little sense. Why would he and Camilla be specifically...odd to their machinations? The soldier sighed, and realized it didn't pay to dwell on such things. The best thing to do was to act, but at the same time he didn't want to be discovered. If they thought he and Camilla were either none-the-wiser, or dead, best to keep these ratmen and this heretic that way. 

But Ulric and Sigmar be damned if he was going to let them escape, too. He knew their vision in the dark was too good for his face to be hidden. It was when he looked back at Camilla that he had an idea. 

"I'll not be letting these chaos-filth leave here alive," Von Koneinswald said. Cyrdic ripped another part off his shirt and wrapped it around his face to conceal his identity, just as Camilla had on hers. "Nor me, herr Templar." Cyrdic said grimly, and hefted his sword. He gave a nod to he and Camilla. "Keep your face covered, and stay close behind me," he told her. 

The next few seconds happened far too quickly. Cyrdic stepped out into the hall, flashing the Skaven and man with a sudden light. "Oi lads! I found them!" He cried. He wasn't as good at impressions as Camilla, but he felt he caught the low-born sewer jack drawl. He waited until the sewers were filled with the smoke and cracks of gunpowder weapons from behind him, and he charged with his sword leading. 

The man cursed, and promptly tried to leap across the filth, barely grabbing on to the otherside, scrambling up as he attempted to flee. The grey-skaven screeched, a bullet in its gut, courtesy of the Witch Hunter. He cried for the remaining skaven to attack, calling them Storm Vermin in broken reikspeil. 
 
Cyrdic desperately wished he had brought his shield. The first halberd thrust from one of the remaining Storm vermin nearly stuck him. He knocked it aside with his sword and closed in, hacking at its neck. The thing ducked, magic metal meeting the black steel of its helm. Cyrdic kicked, knocking it back and staggering it long enough for him to run it through in a vulnerable spot in its armor. 

He unceremoniously shoved the dying vermin into the drink. There were three Stormvermin left, and one dragged away the leading Skaven as the other two attacked. 
[@Penny]