Emmaline goggled in shock as Amal leaped into the skaven, she froze in indecision, caught between a desire to follow and another more reasonable desire to run screaming for whatever hidey hole she could find. Well stop screaming before hiding she supposed. Instead her eyes were drawn to the hole the hellish Skaven engine had bored into the sacred city. More of the filthy rats were already pouring out of it, including one nearly the size of the kroxigor, its muscles and sinew like the anchor cables of a vast warship.  

Not certain what else to do Emmaline began to chant a spell. Almost immediately she realised her mistake Charmon howled around her at hurricane force, drawn by the vast deposits of gold around her. A beam of golden light the thickness of a wine barrel lanced from her hands, streaking instantly across the city and ripping a furrow through the ground and up over the rate ogre. Its surviving arms and legs dropped to either side as its torso and head were incinerated, half the reinforcements suffered the same fate before a rat with a strange multibarrled musket took aim at her. She dove aside a moment before a dozen glowing green projectiles scythed through the space she had just been in, decapitating a skink archer and blowing divots the size of dinner plate into the golden steps of the pyramid. The beam from her hands scythed about wildly managing to avoid killing any lizardmen by sheer luck.

"No no no!" Emmaline yelped as it ripped over the ceiling dropping a stalagtite that must have weighed several tons down onto the Skaven's already destroyed warmachine. Green flame belched outwards in a sooty black green explosion which melted the flesh from some of the nearby ratmen. Suddenly she saw something rise out of the golden well in the center of the city. It spun with light and dark like a thunderstorm in a bottle, a sphere about the size of a human head. One of the skaven, all dressed in black whom she hadn't noticed before broke and ran for the strange sphere, paws outstretched.