Cyrdic stretched his neck, placing a hand on his shoulder as he did so. He freely dripped from smaller cuts, and had nearly lost a finger earlier, not to mention a head. But he'd butchered all of the gors and ungors that had attempted to make it through the main entryway. He couldn't thank the Gods enough that Camilla was still alive, as well. And fiery, he noted with a smile. Funnily enough, her Tilean accent made it seem like he was half a world away, serving in a Tilean siege. 

Gildenhoof strode forward, his purple armor catching the light of the rising sun with an eye catching luminescence. He chuckled, his chosen warriors of Slaanesh just behind him. "Hello again, beloved," he purred, his eyes gazing into Camilla's as he licked what was left of his lips. 

"You have something we want," the Chaos Champion said. He held out a runic gauntlet, opening his palm. "The vial the man had given you. Give it to me, and we shall spare your lives." His voice carried to them just as it had when they were on the wagon. Still as if he was speaking to them only a meter away. 

The Champion spoke with a power that almost forced belief. So sure was the Chosen's speech that Cyrdic almost thought his words were natural laws of the universe. But the Ostlander shook his head and gritted his teeth, and he lifted himself up along the parapets with Camilla, his sword out. It howled within his mind, and the Chaos spawn seemed a bit perturbed by the weapon. 

"You heard the lady," Cyrdic called. "Fuck off." 

"I will feast on your flesh!" the Slaneeshi warrior cried, and as the Beastman began to roar, another sound echoed from within the trees. Cyrdic tensed for a moment, but realized it was no Dragon roar. No, it was a horn. A horn that sounded very much like an empire horn. 

Grunting, roaring, and whimpering Beastmen suddenly looked around warily, and then cried out in horror and pain as heavily armored horsemen burst from the trees, lances lowered and helms down. They weren't Reiksguard, Cyrdic knew. In fact they had the sigil of a Templar order. A sister faction of the Blazing Sun, he recognized them as Knights of the Red Sun. Eccentric zealots, the lot of them. But empire men all of the same. And as if on cue, the sun broke from the treeline, and bathed Cyrdic and Camilla with much needed heat and sunlight. Cyrdic wasn't one to revel or celebrate too hard, but he could scarcely believe his eyes. "Come on," he said, and leaped down off the parapets to wade into the routing Beastmen, hacking at their flanks and legs as they tried to flee. 

The Chosen of Chaos had disappeared, as if they never had been there. It seemed almost impossible, but there was no trace of them anywhere. Still, Cyrdic was tired enough to fall to his knees as the beasts ran away, rather than pursue.

He was subsequently hauled to his feet by two Knights, Cyrdic slick with the blood of mutants and Beastman. They got him to his feet with a none-too gentle yank, but he didn't care. They were allies at the moment, as far as he was concerned. The Knight astride his powerful warhorse held his sword pointed towards Camilla a moment longer, before roaring an order for his men to clear the area for any more monsters. He sheathed his unbloodied sword, and lifted his Sallet helmet to reveal a handsome, albeit aging face. His powerful beard had refined streaks of silver to accentuate the black of his hair. "Commander Gilderoy Egling of the Order of the Red Sun, at your service." he said, his voice cultured.

Cyrdic was pushed out into the open to stagger beside Camilla, his breath coming in rasps and his face still streaked with filth. "Sergeant Cyrdic." the man said, still catching his breath. "We were with a caravan of troops that were ransacked by Chaos spawn. Not just these Beastman either. There were demon champions with them." Gilderoy seeing Camilla tired and covered in gore, he turned to his men. "Get them up on the horses. We ride back for Castle Geweiht!" he called out, and soon shouts began to fill the air as the men who had circled the tree line fell back into formation. The Commander took Camilla himself, offering to haul her up upon his charger. "Fear not m'lady, we'll get you some food and water post haste." His next words were powerful. "We ride!" 
[@Penny]