Neil was elbowed in the jaw by what he had initially thought was an imperial soldier, until he hit the ground and realized that bristling hair had covered the arm. He rubbed his face and gathered his wits as the city erupted in pandemonium around him. Screaming children and horrified men wailed. Vaguely he heard Emmaline calling for him, and that brought him back to reality. He shook his head like a dog and hopped to his feet, looking left and seeing the wall of halberdiers holding fast against the charging gors and ungors. To his right- 

Neil ducked under a swinging axe, feeling the wind of the swing as the blade passed through tufts of his hair. He shoved a knife in the lone beastman's back and twisted the blade, causing it to let out a cry a pained donkey might make. Slinging his belongings over his shoulder, he ran forward across the street before it could turn to attack again, leaping over bodies and wrestling forms, smelling gunsmoke and hearing the thundering retorts of blackpowder muskets and cannons in the distance. He needed only make it another dozen feet, Emmaline's fiery head a beacon in the haze. He saw her crying out to him, holding her arm out to take. He found it was one of those moments you never forgot. He would remember her lips parted, her eyes pleading, her bosom bouncing. It was at that moment as all went slow, that a wagon being commanded by a desperate merchant with wide, insane eyes barreled between them. 

"Nuh-uh," Neil muttered, running headlong into it. He tossed the sack with half of their gold, food, and clothes over the wagon moments before he slid low, right foot out and left foot in, skidding over the blessedly smooth stones of the street. Emmaline gasped as the wheels scythed across her vision of Neil, but just before the final spokes whisked by, he shot out from under it and slid to an easy stop, planting his elbow against the stone wall she clung to like he was trying to convince her of something uncouth. "Hey baby," he said with a grin. 

The sack hitting him from above broke his attempt of a joke. [i]Damn, could have sworn I tossed it with enough force so it would go passed the both of us. Well, I can practice that later[/i], he thought. She shook her head and yanked on his shirt, Neil absently grasping the sack as they hurried down the alleyway, before they found themselves right in front of an iron grate under the shadows of the buildings, leading into the sewers. 

"Now what do we do?" She asked, panting from the exertion of all the screaming and running. 

"That's all you. Your magic is with metal, right?" He asked her. 

"Right, right..." She said, rubbing her hands together and squatting down. In the mouth of the alleyway, man and beast fought and pushed. The two thieves almost had the view one might from a painting or mural. Neil shook his head, hoping Sigmar watched over the footmen, even if he was fully prepared to skip town regardless. He heard the culmination of her spell, and he glanced back to see iron running like liquid as the portal was suddenly open. 

"Go, go!" He told her. 

"No, I can't see!" She complained. He cursed, knelt down beside her, and slid in, yanking her leg so she flew in with him, squealing in fright with the belongings tumbling in with the the both of them just as the iron reset, and the grate was barred once more as if it had always been.