"Em!" He cried, his attention momentarily diverted as he pinned the skaven-mage. The thing saw its opportunity and bit into his arm, drawing blood and making him cry out in pain. The skaven would regret that, as his eyes fell fully on the thing and the vermin quelled beneath his gaze. It was less than a second before Amal had it on its feet and his dagger pressed to its throat much like Emmaline's attacker, only his dagger was not immobilized. 

"Wait wait you fools!" The skaven cried to its comrades streaming towards them. Uneasily they stopped, tails twitching in irritation. As the battle raged on, Amal pressed the dagger more firmly against it. "Give me a good reason why I should not cut your throat and bleed you on the ground." He asked it in Reikspiel, nearly as broken and uneasy on his tongue as it was with the Skaven's own grasp of the language. 

"Hold, stupid man-thing!" It said, wriggling in agitation. "Please listen! The orb controls the city. If I do not handle it soon, everything could blow sky high! Unpredictable! Big big explosion cablooey!" 

Behind them the orb grew more volatile, the lightning within it growing brighter and larger. Amal glanced back at it, and his eyes went to Emmaline. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her or the Lizards if he could help it. Forming a quick idea, he clicked his tongue twice. Out of his sack poked the carpet curiously. Amal's grip on the Skaven relaxed for a moment, letting the thing breathe out in relief. 

That was before Amal picked up the fat rat in his hands and lifted him over his head. 

"You wish to handle this thing!?" He cried to the rat now squirming in terror. 

"Kill kill the man-thing! Hurry hurry!" It screeched, but he was too late. Amal placed his foot on the wall of the well and tossed the skaven below just under the orb, its screams echoing as it fell an uncomfortably long time. lizard and Rats clawed and mauled one another, oblivious to what was occuring. The Skaven who had halted looked to one another, confused. Amal grimly picked up the Sorcerer's staff in both hands, and wound up. An instant before the staff struck the orb, the rats realized their doom. 

[b][i]FWACK[/i][/b] 

The Orb wobbled, trying to stay aloft as cracks began to appear on its outer shell. The light seeping out of it in increasing frequency. Amal had not stuck around to watch, having hopped on the carpet to speed over the battle that looked to be dying down. The Skaven seemed too preoccupied with filling the square, but the Lizardmen had suddenly begun to ignore them. They knelt before the Orb as it began to glow like the sun, bowing their heads. Amal didn't know if they were suicidal or if they knew something the Skaven didn't. He zipped over to Emmaline and grabbed the immobilized arm of the would-be assassin, cautiously moving the arms away from her neck. He held out his hand for her to take. 

"Are you going to stand there and look beautiful alone, or will you join me on this magic carpet?" He asked her easily. 

In the background, lightning the size of tree trunks began to discharge across the town square, originating from the orb. It cut through the Skaven like so much chaff, missing the prostrated Lizardmen by mere inches in some cases, bouncing from ratmant to ratman in a furious assault. As precise as it was, the lightning struck and sundered stone, causing buildings to collapse in its wake. Little did Amal know(though Emmaline could rightly guess) that the light had won within the orb. Amal striking with the staff had caused it to oppose the stave's darkness, increasing the light and fulfilling its purpose.
[@Penny]