Camilla's blade danced in the thrusting melee. She was far to light to adsorb the frenetic energy of battle so she moves strategically keeping shattered furniture and bigger men between her and potential obstacles. As strategies went it wasn't great but it kept her from being trampled alive. She lashed at Gildenhoof with her rapier, but the weapon merely rang on his baroque armor, too light to pentrate the fell mail that protected him. 

When the Slanneshi champion fell back his left arm severed below the elbow she leaped forward swinging her blade at his neck with all her might. The sword clanged musically against the armor and then a tentacle shot from the severed stump to wrap around her waist, jerking her off her feet. With inhuman strength he hauled her to him, tentacles binding her to the front of his mail like living armor. The thing seemed to extend coiling around her upper-body, her breasts and eventually her neck. The other tentacle began to slide through her clothing, searching for the vial. Her skin crawled and she whimpered in revulsion, the appendages weren't slimy exactly but they had a damp unnatural heat to them.

[b]"She will die in slow exstacy for your impudence,"[/b] the warrior hissed, his voice taking on a serpentine rasp as he began to back away, tentacles coiling painful tight, squeezing the air from Camilla's lungs.

As he spoke the doors of the hall blew of their hinges in a rainbow couruscance of arcane power. Velabrass Champion of Tzneetch stalked in, his blade flickering like black lightning and leaving a trail of dead and maimed defenders. Behind him came a great roar that froze the blood of all in the hall, even the beastmen momentarily paused to cower.

[b]"It is over,"[/b] he snarled, pointing a finger at one luckless handgunner and blasting the man to steaming meat.

[b]"Kill them all!"[/b]
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