--------------------------------------------Surgak's View------------------------------------<br/><br/>The battle was going badly. Indeed, the God of Skulls seemed to be on the side of the defenders. A hellish lizard thrashed and snapped at his men, one being so unfortunate as to be gulped down the beast's gullet still screaming and kicking. There were only three of them; an Elf and two soft humans, yet the Elf walked between his brothers as though she were on a forest stroll, blood and limbs spattering the floor in her wake. The female, chubby and obviously inexperienced fought like a cornered lynx, deflecting blows and killed several of Surgak's warriors with rough blows. The third combatant used powder, a cowardly invention of the Empire, the bullet of the man's pistol felling Bruld, Surgak's bloodkin, a neat hole in his skull. Even so, his thin sword was just as dangerous, though his death had been close at hand.<br/><br/>Surgak grimaced, he'd hoped for a roaring victory and now it was almost a rout. The Blood God would not see him turn tail. Surgak hefted his bastard sword, one edge razor sharp and the other viciously serrated. He gave a loud bellow of fury and destruction, shouting the names of the Chaos Gods as he ran forward, sword swinging wildly as he ran towards the knot of warriors. He'd take at least one of their heads to present to the Blood God in the afterlife.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>