A conviction wracked Cyrdic, and an anger of fiery proportions filled his very soul. It was stark contrast to Camilla's reaction to the prophetic echoes of what had once been an encased Gunter. The sight of his friend Karl, now hideously mutated. His smile impossibly wide, with teeth not unlike the Skaven, glinting in the moonlight. It drove him to a state he couldn't quite control, so full of emotion and rage at their quest having come to naught, and Gunter as well... 

His mind was filled with an unearthly howl that drowned out any whisperings the Chaotic energies within the Tomb might use, and even to Camilla's eyes, she would see a glow of silver along the fuller of his blade. "By Ulric and Sigmar..." he said, as Camilla dispatched the last of the Skaven. His voice did not have any magical enhancement, but the sheer determination nearly matched Theodric's pronouncement in weight. "I will tear the corruption off of you, if I have to use my own two hands." 

Karl giggled impishly, his cloaked form wriggling within as if his body was that of a snake, or he had acquired new limbs. Either was possible, Cyrdic realized. If he wasn't so angry and encouraged to wrath by his sentient, Ulrican blade, he would have felt a sudden disgust at the thought. But instead it only fueled him. Thaddeus croaked a breath, blood spurting out of his mouth. But somehow Cyrdic knew he would live.

"You think you can save this one's body?" the former Gunter asked rhetorically, his voice a deep booming. The pits of black within his visor suddenly glowed, and two bronze irises appeared before fading away once more. "Your dead Gods will not aid you. Even with your sword, you cannot kill me. Neither shall I kill you. You are fated to die fighting one greater than I. But I can rend your soul and present you before the followers of the Blood God to do as he wills..." 

"But not your little pet," Karl slithered, moving with a paradox of sluggishness accompanied with preternatural speed, gliding over dead ratmen towards Camilla. Her pistol trained upon him. "Oh, she is far too good looking for you, Cyrdic. Does she tire of you as you fear? Perhaps I could have a taste before the he who thirsts consumes her..." 

Cyrdic slashed his blade across Karl's path. Almost effortlessly, Karl dodged the blow with a dance, though he backed away from Camilla. "Stubborn as usual I see," the figure mocked, a forked tongue slithering out into the light to lick scarred, broken lips. "When will you realize your souls do not belong to you." 

"Karl," Cyrdic said, shaking. "I'm sorry..." 

As Karl laughed, Cyrdic lunged at him with a ferocious leap. Karl widened his smile, opening his robed sleeves to reveal where he once had hands, they were now fingers of bladed ivory. Cyrdic missed with his first swipe, and with his next thrust as well. Theodric himself strode forward, hefting his runic blade. It looked as if Theodric would flank Cyrdic and kill him. However, a loud [i]crack[/i] sounded from behind Cyrdic, the bullet of Camilla's pistol rang out and struck Karl. Though no normal bullet could kill him, it staggered him, giving Cyrdic the time to lop off his old friend's head. He hoped by his patron Gods that Karl's soul was now saved.   

Cyrdic spun, meeting Theodric in a guard, blocking the hellmetal blade with his Urlican sword. Both blades glowed in a contest of strength, one God against another. "Feel your fate crashing upon you, mortal." Theodric/Gunter laughed. "Upon the throne of Skulls, you shall be sacrificed." 

Cyrdic exchanged blows with Theodric. He sidestepped a swing that would have ripped him in half. He had fought Chaos Chosen before, but even now he was still in awe at their speed in such impregnable armor. The mercenary backpedaled in a feint, then suddenly leaped and crashed his blade down onto Theodric, who blocked it without a second thought and shot his metallic fist out. Cyrdic barely gave way with a twist of his body. If he hadn't dodged, even his granite musculature would have been knocked away like so much chaff. Cyrdic did not stop however, meeting Theodric's blade again, knocking it wide and take a swing at his midsection. He managed it, but could not trade it with a similar blow and did not press with strength, so as to dodge the riposte. Theodric's blade tore off Cyrdic's armor like so much paper, leaving a gash along his abdomen. Cyrdic would not stop. He- 

[i]"Upon the throne of Skulls, you shall be sacrificed."[/i]

Sigmar's Hammer. "Camilla!" He cried, and began to press the attack. Left, up, feinting low and attacking from the left once more. His stamina enhanced by his sword. "The throne! Hack at its wooden frame! Destroy it!" 
[@Penny]