Cyrdic wished he could say he was horrified. He wished he could say he was appalled. But he had seen so much of this in the North. In the slaughtered villages ransacked by Chaos shamans and their barbarians. Perhaps it was his experiences out in Nordland and Kislev. Or perhaps it was his sword that was howling like a wolf in his mind. But the hackles on his neck rose, and he snarled inhumanly as Camilla asked him what there was to do. 

He stepped out of cover, and if Camilla screamed at him, he wouldn't have been able to hear. Chamberlain Osfurth snorted, and waved him over. "Ah, herr Reiner. I was wondering if the Heroes were too scared to show themselves. Well, what do you suppose you should do now?" He cackled. 

Cyrdic did not hear him either. He merely kept walking, drawing his sword. The Grey-Seer chittered, and blasted him with magic. Despite his intense concentration, Cyrdic screamed as he felt the unnatural energies surround him...and then dissipate. 

He kept moving. He felt a tad weaker, and a tad burnt, but otherwise he was fine. So surprised was Osfurth and the Skaven that Cyrdic was within Bastard sword length by the time they could respond, and by then it was too late. The Grey-Seer squirted the musk of fear, trying to scramble away as Cyrdic caved in its head with his runic sword. 

Osfurth strangled a cry, and leaped at Cyrdic. The sergeant spun, and knocked aside the Chamberlain into the ground, but not before the old man managed to embed a black bladed dagger under the soldeir's armor and into his stomach. Cyrdic felt white hot, stabbing pain in his lower abdomen, and he staggered. 

"No!" Jiselle cried.

The death of the Grey-Seer caused a wild panic amid the Skaven, but there were still many of them. They merely lashed out wildly now, with no voice to say where or what to do. The Rat Ogre roared and bit into a servant, ripping him in two with his teeth. Heretical men cried to Tzeentch as they tried to keep their hostages in line as they fought against the Ulricans. 

"For the Wolf!" a voice roared, and Camilla would recognize it as Boris Todbringer himself, charging into the archway with a dozen greatswords at his back. Now the battle was in full swing, and Cyrdic was on his knees. 
[@Penny]