Camilla shouted something particularly unpleasant at Cydric and then dashed down the stairs onto the open cobblestone street at the base of the wall. There was a sound like a foundry collapsing as an armored chaos warrior, leaped from the battlements to crash to the stones beside her, shattering the flint bearing rock into powder as he landed. The force would easily have killed a beastman or another lesser creature but the warrior merely rolled sideways sweeping his blade out at ankle level. Camilla leaped the blade and kicked out hard at the things head, nearly spraining her foot with the force of the blow. She swept her own blade around but the chaos warrior exploded out of his croutch batting her weapon away with enough force to numb her arm to the shoulder blade.

Camilla dodged backwards, twisiting to keep herself with her back to an escape route without exposing herself to a sword stroke. The black armored figure rose to nearly seven feet in height, hefting a blade of blackened steel as broad as Cydric farm. Camilla knew she should run, but something stopped her, almost without her concious will her blade rose into a duelists guard. A strange grinding sound issued forth from the armored figure and it took her a moment to recognise that it was laughter. The armor glinted with fresh blood and seemed to flow when the warrior move to raise his own weapon.

“Blood for the Blood God!” it shrieked and launched itself at her. Camilla flicked the blade aside and ducked under the mailed fist that arced at her head. Time almost seemed to slow and she thrust the razor sharp elven blade into the knee joint as the big warrior passed her twisting the point to avoid it catching. The chaos worshiper roared and rounded on her she danced backwards elven steel pressing away the tainted blade with a touch. 

“Skulls for the Skull throne!” the warrior roared. Camilla caught him across the wrist as he swung his fist at her again, severing it in a spray of bracking black blood.

“De La Trantio for the Senate!” she shouted in Tillean for want of anything else to say and stabbed at the things visor aiming for the eye slit. The Chaos warrior turned at the last minute and the weapon struck sparks from the helm as Camilla tumbled passed, using her momentum to carry her out of the reach of his good hand.

“You will all die before...:” The creatures breasplate caved in abruptly with a sound so loud that Camilla didn’t register it as a sound. Incredibly the thing stayed on its feet turning towards an alleyway.

Yantz and the dwarf burst from the alley, wreathed in powder smoke. The imperial dropped his heavy pistol and drew the second from his belt. The chaos warrior rushed at him and the snap of the weapon crushed his helm like a beehive hiting a lance point. Black and red motes poured out of it for a moment before a dwarven axe crashed into his ruined chestplate.