The sorcerers among the Dawi Zharr recited an unholy incantation that seemed to grow in volume despite none of them raising their voices, engulfing the chamber until one by one they unleashed their spells. Cyrdic and the group had duck further behind cover as walls of flame erupted into the fighting and scorching up into the back of the antechamber. It was no Dragonfire, but it seemed far more dangerous than your average flame. 

One of the blasts streaked through four greenskins, utterly incinerating their flesh. The blast cut into the pillar Camilla clung to, charring the stone at its base and causing an ominous creak in the structural integrity of the architecture. Cyrdic stiffened, ready to run headlong and aid her at the first sign of trouble. Simultaneously, the magic that had been unleashed had awoken Dietrichia, the woman groaning and opening her eyes. 

"What foul sorcery?" she asked, her cultured accent slow as she tried to figure out where she was. Cyrdic didn't have time to wonder on anything else, simply glad the woman was awake, and painfully aware Camilla's precarious position. "Ivan. Lead them down and flank the Dwarfs-" Skaldi seemed insulted he called them such. "I mean Chaos Dwarfs. I'll follow." Cyrdic charged off as soon as he spoke those last words, not stopping to hear the protests. 

Below him, Orc, Goblin, and Dwarf still fought. The Greenskins fought with their typical brutality that was extremely effective in close quarters. But the Chaos Dwarfs were only slightly flimsier than your average Dwarf, and they were clad in black plate and wielding weapons that put Imperial armaments to shame. It was only a matter of time before the Greenskins were destroyed. Cyrdic danced over charred and burning bones as he passed by a pair of Orcs. They looked at him dumbfoundedly, too surprised to see an Empire man to immediately swing at him. 

He shoulder rushed one and threw him flat just as the pillar began to crumble. From up above, Cyrdic heard Camilla squawk. He looked upwards and saw her plummeting. The Ostlander dived and just barely caught her, rolling to change her bodies momentum and tossing them both roughly onto the stone floor. Luckily, Cyrdic took the brunt of the impact, and he opened his eyes to see Camilla in his arms. "You ok?" he asked. 

She kissed his nose in response. 

The two Orcs advanced on them, eyeing them balefully. Cyrdic pulled himself and Camilla up. A great cry echoed from the Greenskins and they chopped at the two mercenaries. Camilla going low and impaling her Orc, whilst Cyrdic blocked the brute swing with his own formidable strength and then hacked the brutes arm off. Within seconds, both Orcs were dead. However, they couldn't stop the bond, and a voice of incredible presence filled the chamber with grunts in the Dawi Zharr tongue, as if it was ordering [i]them[/i] about. 

A quick look below showed the group having moved, crouching and moving from pillar to stone in a hushed movement. Lights played off of Dietrichia's fingertips as the group held their weapons, Skaldi and Ivan leading them with Konrad and Boris guarding the flanks. They were 7 rows down so far, moving in a slightly sinuous pace to remain hidden.

"We need to go." 
[@Penny]