Camilla clucked disapprovingly but Cydric wouldn't be Cydric if he were willing to wait in saftey while an Imperial town was attacked. She Scooped up her clothing and dressed quickly, pulling on her white undershirt, black trousers and the leather armor that buckled over the top. Spying an axe dropped by one of the fallen guards she scooped it up, sliding her rapier back into its scabbard in favor of the heavier weapon.

"Lets move," Cydric directed Thor was hobbling on his wounded leg frantically ramming an improbable amount of powder into the barrel of the coach gun before emptying a milk pail sized handful of musket balls and assorted langridge into the bell mouthed muzzle. Camilla didn't bother to reload her pistols, having no time and having seen the limited impact the firearms had against these strange attackers. The four of them formed a rough diamond with Cydric in the lead, the two dwarves on the flank and Camilla in the rear.

A blast of cold air hit them as they stepped into the street. Men and women screamed as the animated tree things slouched through the streets with deadly grace. Bells told, and shouts and blasts of horns filled the air. Unearthly shrieks mingled with the sound of hard steel biting into timber. A number of bodies were already littering the street, bones broken and bellies opened with slashes of the long wooden talons. Fortunately it seemed that the creatures had goals in mind, they killed those who got in their path, they didn't seem to be eneterying building to slaughter the townsfolk who cowered there.

"Looks like they are heading for the the Graffin's townhouse," Camilla surmised, though in truth there were several rich mansions in that area of town.

"Right," Cydric declared, grabbing a fleeing guardsman by the scruff of the neck as he ran past, eyes wide and a glaive held in a death grip that mottled his knuckles.

"Fall in!" he barked, shaking the guardsmen to emphasise the point. The man, an boy of perhaps seventeen summers staired at him goggle eyed for a moment and then took a shaking step into place. They advanced up the street, which while blood spattered seemed mostly clear of the tree things. As they entered the square at the end of the street however things changed dramatically. The Graffin's mansion was at the far side, set off from the square with its statue of Sigmar by a low stone wall topped with considerably higher wrought iron spikes. The dryads swarmed against the wall, easily thirty of the things, trying to climb over in a tangle of branches and glowing eyes. On the other side of the wall a handful of retainers thrust and hacked at the mass with halberds, though they didn't have the height to really put power into the increasingly desperate strokes. As Camilla watched, one of the dryads seized a defender and pulled him forward, slamming him repeatedly into the iron fencing that separated them, till his shattered skull lost definition in a welter of blood. With a gap opened in the defenses the creatures began to swarm up and over the fence.