---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Surgak saw the girl fall, Khorne be praised he'd take one of these bastrds with him. He hefted his blade, turning to face the others with a wild grin, staring down a thick barrel. The man holding it muttered something, but Surgak couldn't hear it over the adrenaline puming through his body. Time seemed to slow, shame coursed through him at the lack of a proper death, to die from a cowardly powder weapon rather than die in battle. He grimaced, preparing to swing his blade to try and cleave the hand holding the pistol, but it was too late. A bright flash, the hiss and crack of powder igniting and a sharp, dull pain in his neck. Surgak stumbled, his windpipe torn to shreds and his lifeblood pumping out of his throat. He gaped like a landed fish, slowly choking on his own blood as he fell to his knees, then keeled over to drown in his blood.<br/><br/>With that, the Kurgan's broke. Only six or seven were uninjured enough to run away, several were too badly injured to out run Bloodfang's loping gait, eaten alive by the Nauglir. Many still moaned on the floor, gasping and groaning as death's cold shroud crept over them. All was quiet for the slightest moment, saved for the rasping gasps of Surgak.<br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Talianna gave almost a wail of fear as she knelt beside Bianka. Blood was thick on the girl's chest and a few ruby droplets were in the corner of her mouth,<br/>"Bianka! Stay with me, don't fall asleep." Talianna hissed, holding the girl's face in her own bloodstained hands. She'd forgotten the routing Kurgans, this new combatant who'd felled the cheiftan, all that mattered was Bianka. She tried to put pressure on the wound, stuff it with torn rags from the dead Kurgans in hope it's stem the bleeding.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>