Emmaline's heart leaped into her throat as Amal tackled the skaven sorcerer. She was reasonably certain that had it not been so fixated on the orb it could have obliterated him without difficulty. The thief and the ratwizard tumbled struck at one another. Even from this distance Emmaline saw a chisel shaped fang fly lose in a spray of blood and saliva as Amal slugged the thing in the jaw with a vicous right hook. It screeched and yowled at such a volume that its plight began to attract attention from its minions even over the roar of battle.

A sudden pain flared through Emmaline as her wrists were wrenched backwards and a blade, razor sharp for all its jagged ugliness was pressed against her throat. Paws gripped her wrists behning her back, the contact oily and repulsive. She could smell the musk of the rat behind her and closed her eyes.

"You tell them to surrender man thing yes-yes!" the rat chittered. Emmaline opened her mouth and began to speak. Instead of a demand to surrender however she wove a spell. By the time the rat realized what was going on his paws and forearms were encased in gold and a few seconds after that his entire body shone in golden effigy. Unfortunately the pose of this new piece of statuary kept Emmaline locked and immobile, its golden hands surrounding her wrists and holding its golden knife to her throat.

"Uhhh... didn't really think this through..." she whimpered.