"Camilla!" Cyrdic cried, desperation in his voice. If he and Camilla were going to die, it wasn't going to be by this disgusting spawn's hand. Despite his own self preservation, he launched himself at Gildenhoof as the Chaos Champion moaned from his close proximity to the intertwined courtesan. Gildenhoof had just managed to coil his tentacle around the vial, crying out in glee at the discovery, when Cyrdic slammed into him from the side, sending the vial onto the floor and the Champion staggering. The tentacle around Camilla uncoiled slightly, just enough for the lithe figure to slip out if she had the strength. 

Cyrdic had severed the tentacle by its root, though it still wrapped around Camilla, and while limp, it moved to tighten its hold on her again as if it was a sentient snake. The tip of it caressed her face almost lovingly. Meanwhile, Cyrdic's next stroke was blocked by the Champion's sword, or so Gildenhoof thought. His blade was in the way, but Cyrdic's sword of Ulric chopped through the Chaos blade and into Gildehoof's collarbone. 

Reflexively, the Slaaneshi Champion bucked lewdly in his death spasm and struck Cyrdic with a backhand from his jagged armor, cutting the man across the body in a spray of blood and sending him skidding into the slaughter. Gildehoof fell to his knees, sighing as if he was receiving a massage, and then falling over dead. The vial was mere feet from Camilla, as was the handgun. 

Cyrdic chocked, and stood up uneasily as man fought beast. The next roar of the Dragon sent tremors across the entire castle. Briefly, Cyrdic recognized the sound. He'd heard it before, in the forest. But what he saw next truly piqued his memory, for Velabrass waded through the melee, having spotted the weakened Cyrdic. With a casual backhand, a man's jugular was severed with surgical precision from the Tzeentch Champion's sword. 

Cyrdic had no illusions about the outcome of his fight with the Champion. He was much too weak to survive. But...he wasn't about to flee now. 

"So you're the bitches guard dog," Velabrass said, chuckling within his helm. "I do not have machinations for you or her as Gildenhoof did. I'll simply kill you, and take the vial. Now where is it?" 

Cyrdic slashed at the Champion, only for Velabrass to easily block it. His return stroke nearly took off Cyrdic's head, the Ostlander wounded and exhausted, almost beyond what he could bear. Their swords rang on impact. "If you do not tell me, I'll kill her slowly first, and then kill you."

Outside, the Dragon's claws rended the outerwalls, widening the hole so the beast could better fit in the courtyard. 
[@Penny]