Camilla tasted blood in her mouth from where she hit the snow, sucking on her lip she scrabled on the ice till she found purchase and pulled herself up behind a tree. She needed have bothered concering herself with cover because it seemed like the enemy had decided that one volley was enough distraction from the real sport. The charged down the slope, hooves kicking up snow as the came on brandishing crude weapons red with rust and blood. 

Rising to a crouch she pulled both pistols from her belt and leveled them. She shot the first enemy, an elk headed dwarfish thing, through the right eye, its head snapping back with a clack as the finely made pistol roared. The second shot, right handed and less accurate blew a gout of arterial blood from the neck of a second attacker. It made a gurgling bray as it staggered forward a few feet before tumbling into the snow. With no time to reload she dropped both pistols to the ground and drew her rapier with a crisp ring of steel.

Beside her the Justicar had unslung his great sword and made an experimental figure eight, whipping the great sword through the air with a speed that made the crip air sing. A half dozen stride before they reached her Camilla sprang forward in a cat like pounce, dropping under the blow of an ax and sweeping a spear point up and away with a precise parry. Drawing her weapon back she thrust into the belly of another of the creatures before spinning gracefully away from its companions blow. The stench of the things was incredible, damp fur and animal filth mixed with fungus and rotting milk. Open sores and buboes covered the wretched things. [@POOHEAD189]