“Cydric!” Camilla cried in relief. It hadn’t truly crossed her mind that Cydric might be dead, not on a conscious level but seeing him again lifted a weight of her shoulders she hadn’t realised she had been carrying. There was no time for tearful reunions however. “Abbiamo bisogno di tornare alla sala principale!” she exclaimed, forgetting in her haste to speak Reikspiel. Cydric, who could speak some Tilean, looked at her in confusion, the pace of her speech too rapid for his limited grasp on the tongue to handle. “The main hall, with the windows,” she explained and stepped back out into the hallway. To her horror figures were emerging from one end of the dusty passageway. The undead knights clanked forward, rusted weapons raised. At the other end of the hallway the monster shambled awkwardly, the slash in its wing/arm mending visibility as Camilla watched. “For Ulric!” Cydric roared and charged towards the beast thing, his bastard sword leveled like a spear. Camilla stepped towards the oncoming knights. Behind her she heard the crash of steel upon bony claws as Cydric grappled with the creature. She drew up her own blade in a duelists engarde position and advanced towards the horde intent on buy Cydric enough time to make an exit. The narrow confines of the corridor were both a blessing and a curse, on the one hand the wights could only come at her two at a time, on the other there wasn’t enough space for her to use her sword unencumbered. The nearest of the creatures lunged at her, surprisingly quick given the languid pace of the things advance. She swept the point of the rusted sword aside, used the momentum to whirl the blade over her had, caught the hilt in both hands and hacked downwards, severing the bony arm halfway between wrist and elbow. The dead thing didn’t slow and she only narrowly managed to leap back before it caught her in a bony hand. Another wight tried to slash with a large two handed sword but the blade clanged off the stone wall. Camilla dipped and cut the feet out from under the lead creature, kicking it back into the ranks of its fellows, fouling their advance for a few seconds before talons reached forward and ripped the partially disarticulated knight to fragments of bone. It was like trying to fight a landslide. She parried another blow and retreated back up the hallway towards the battle between Cydric and the monster, risking a glance over her shoulder to see how her lover was faring.