Cyrdic took Camilla's hand, and with his other hand they pulled him up to the top of the altar, breathing hard. His huge shoulders rose and fell like waves, and he squared his jaw and stood tall, his sword replenishing his energy with what magic it could spare. Below them, a maelstrom of combat and butchery surged, as the Orcs devolved into their bestial nature and reformed into their culture before Cyrdic's very eyes, all following one of the larger Orcs by some instinct of power. 

The Chaos Dwarfs formed units where they could, their black plate shimmering dully in the light of the candles and the fading light of Dietrichia's spell. Many of their weapons thrummed with power, and the greatest of the Dwarfs had armor even more ornate than the others, with glowing red lines along the creases of their armor as if magma was encased within the black iron. A few of them had muskets and handguns, but most of them were too busy fighting their former slaves to pay attention to those on the altar, at least so far. 

Skaldi blocked the blow of a Goblin and crushed its skull with his shield bash, kicking the spasming corpse down the stones. He roared and banged his axe upon his shield, challenging any to come and attack. Cyrdic wasn't sure if his call was answered or if the enemies closest happened to notice them guarding the sorceress, or perhaps some had sensed magic being wrought. But a group of Dawi Zhaar charged their position, making their way up the stairs with the clopping of hoofed feet. 

A gunshot rang off, and Cyrdic felt a terrible pain in his shoulder as a bullet struck him, but he only staggered. He hoped it was only a bullet and no chaos spawned weapon. He raised his sword in time and blocked the swing of a cruel halberd. The pain in his shoulder flared, not to mention how out of breath he was. The aches of his body had not lessened with the food. But he held his strength and hacked through the weapon with a stroke, knocking the stout fiend off its feet to roll into its comrades. 

Camilla shot her pistol into one of the Dawi Zharr, though it bounced off the Chaos Dwarf's armor. She cursed in Tilean, and the next moment they along with the Kislevites engaged the Dawi Zharr in a fierce melee. It was more of a brawl and who had the most brute strength rather than anything with skill, and unfortunately the Chaos Dwarfs still had the Dwarfish strength of arm despite their twisted bodies and pushed the group back, the companions trying to find room to breathe. 

It was the mercy of the Gods when some Orcs came from behind and flanked them, and it gave Ivan an opportunity to cut into the exposed neck of his enemy, killing or at least incapacitating his foe and shoulder rushing him off the edge of the altar. 

"How much longer!?" Cyrdic cried, engaging an Orc that had climbed the side of the plateau. 
[@Penny]