"Camilla! Herr Olden!" Cyrdic cried, waving them toward the line he had formed. His voice strong but hoarse from the smoke of the surrounding weapons. Unnatural abominations were impaled upon the halberds that were laid down to halt their mass advance. Those that slipped by like snakes were engaged by the swordsmen. The melee was thick with screams and blood. Cyrdic hacked down a beastman, kicking its limp body to the ground. An axe spun out of the fray and embedded itself into the head of a rifleman, the impact and area of the hit caused the newly made corpse to spasm and send its weapon flying upwards.

It was at that moment Cyrdic saw the tendril of the Slaaneshi Chaos Warrior slither with unnatural speed, looping around Camilla's waist and yanking her backwards with the force of a cannon shot. Cyrdic's heart stopped, but in that split instant, he moved on sheer instinct.

Cyrdic struck his blade into the ground and caught the falling gunpowder weapon. He readied it and placed the butt of the weapon on its shoulder and fired into the helmet of the Chaos Warrior. It didn't kill it, as impossible as it sounded. But the shot through its eye weakened its hold on Camilla. Its grip loosened, and Camilla wiggled out of its grasp and met Cyrdic. He had run after her, and caught her in an embrace. 

"We have to get the hell out of here," Cyrdic breathed in her ear. Behind him, the baying of the mules was desperate and loud. They were supremely trained to not have run off yet. He checked to see if she was wounded, and in his peripheral vision, he saw something huge looming, growing closer as it closed distance. "Get down!" He roared, pushing Camilla to the ground as he hit the dirt as well. A boulder slammed into the mud and earth just passed them, bouncing into the line of men and breaking its formation. 

The beasts and Chaos champions howled, and in the distance Cyrdic heard the Warrior Priest of Sigmar challenge the leader of the Warband in single combat. A great, ever shifting eye was emblazoned on the Chosen's runic chest piece, and within his helmet glowed a purple fire of forever changing hues. 

"Get to the wagon," Cyrdic ordered her, and behind them they heard a pitiful cry. Cyrdic blinked. He recognized the voice, and the Ostland soldier turned to see Herr Olden with his leg's crushed, having been hit by the bouncing rock. He blinked weakly, calling for Camilla to come to him. 

When they came close, he would feebly reach into his coat pocket to produce a vial of what looked to be a rich silver substance. "M-My dear...See this makes it to...to Altdorf, or Nuln. T-he Countess shall receive it..."
[@Penny]