The melee was brutal and dirty, with rocks and dust kicking up as what Greenskins that made it over the crevasse attacked with the normal strength and cunning a Greenskin would possess. Though they lacked a certain energy to their movements, and as Cyrdic hacked off the arm of an Orc, it looked at its arm stupidly rather than continue to attack him with the unbridaled rage he had seen them possess. He didn't let the opportunity slide, and he elbowed the thick monster back to tumble down the crevasse and into a near endless chasm. 

An electric shock filled the air, and four more Greenskins fell by a spell cast from the witch, just as Konrad lopped a Goblin in half. It seemed over for the moment, until a curse from above drew their attention. The stocky but devilish figure of their Chaos Dwarf task master stood at the cavern entrance, flanked by a few more Goblins. It had a similar build to Skaldi, though sloping, ram-like horns protruded from his forehead, and his legs were very goat-like as well, ending in hooves. His beard was jet black, with brass ringlet set upon it, and his eyes were red as lit coals. 

Skaldi scowled at the very sight of his dark kin, even taking a step forward as if to go up and personally fight him. "Someone shoot him or I'll go up there an-" Cyrdic and Ivan pulled him back, however. Despite his short stature, he threatened to break away from their grip. "Vhe haf to go, Skaldi," Ivan implored. "Please," Camilla said to the Dwarf. His face was set for a moment more, but it broke down into a reluctant resignation at their pulling and Camilla's accent. 

The group kept moving, making it to flat ground after a few hundred more feet of rocky terrain. Even with their boots on, the ground felt uncomfortable to walk on despite its hard, rock-like surety. The volcanoes rose up around them, like hellish pillars amid a temple of horrors. The landscape was quite different than what Cyrdic was used to. It was neither Chaos tainted or ravaged by magics. It seemed as if the very world released its anger here. He doubted they would find no rivers but flows of lava throughout the entire landscape. They needed to hurry. 

The group ran at a fast trot, though Skaldi with his short legs sprinted for his life. As they ran, they discovered that bones littered the ground, and the air was still thin like they were still at a high altitude. Cyrdic discovered he didn't give a damn, as long as they made it across soon. 

"Sorceress, do you not know of any way we could escape here with magical aid?" Konrad called reluctantly, still unsure as to if it was righteous or not to associate with a witch. Dietrichia's arm was held by Yantz, though she shimmied as fast as her skirts could allow her to. "We must find a place to rest. I might have a way!" 
[@Penny]