Neil's eyes bulged in surprise. Just as he was going to step through, the door slammed shut from some unseen force. Magical or through a mechanism, he didn't have the time to tell. Then he heard Emmaline scream, and then her scream moved from the left to the right and then up what he guessed were a set of stairs. His blood ran cold, but he knew if he let it get to him, he wouldn't be able to figure out how to help her. Damn, were these people sorcerers or cultists? Ranald really rolled the dice on this one. Taking in the measure of the door, he went to work on the lock and realized the lock wasn't the way to go. 

Thankfully it was but a mere wooden door, so he decided to brute force it. Emmaline hadn't the muscle, but he probably did. Neil shouldered the oaken door twice, and with a lunging kick that had all of its weight behind it, the door handle broke off and it swung open. Whatever had been on the other side of it was hit by the swinging object and slammed into the wall. Neil reached inside his suit and took out his flintlock, cocking it and stepping forward to save his damsel in distress. 

Once he passed the door, he saw a writhing mass of limbs and internal organs made external slowly getting up from being shoved. It had three arms and two legs...at least he thought. One of the arms and one of the legs had four joints. He couldn't tell where the head was, or what the thing had once been if anything. He gave a very unheroic squeal and shot it without hesitation. The bullet punched into its sponge-like flesh, and though it didn't kill the thing, whatever it was spasmed and screeched. Neil leaped back with an expression of surprise and disgust and grabbed the first vial he found, throwing it on the creature. The clay pot busted, sending cascading purple flames to envelope it. The thing mewled as it was burned. 

"Sigmar's fucking hammer," He cursed, seeing the runes on the walls still flaring brightly. Nothing else stepped through the gateway, but he wasn't going to stick around to find out. 

"Emmaline!" He cried, rushing up the stairs and reloading his gun.