Nera smiled, a smile which men would and probably had died for as she refused even to stand up as Thraki walked to the center of the room. It was a reasonably sized chamber, barely a hundred feet at its widest, three windows, two to Thraki's side and one behind the throne, with lockers, closets and cabinets spread out in the walls, a couple of desks and tables, and opposite to the entrance the throne in which the she-Elf was sitting. The dwarf was surprised, he had been expecting more from this supposedly ruthless commander, but he just sighed as he took a step towards her. "Still think your sorcery can save you? Just try me." He said completely confident of his protective runes, but the she-elf's smile refused to vanish. "Who said anything about sorcery? Hmmm?" Nera's words came softly and smoothly, Thraki barely had time to think about these words as a huge tentacle lashed out from behind him and sent him flying into a closet.

"I figured you would like to meet the former Dark Elf commander which apparently caused you all so much pain." Thraki was able to make out as he struggled to his feet from the remains of the closet and grabbed one of his throwing axes. "Lord Thraki, Previous Commander Khar, Previous commander Khar, soon to be deceased Lord Thraki" she said still smiling gesturing to one and then the other, and the dwarf was finally able to make out his opponent. It was a huge mass of muscles, tentacles and teeth constantly moving, a horrible mutating spawn. "Have fun." She said, clearly referring to the spawn, and then stood up and walked towards the window, which now had outside a manticore waiting for Nera. Thraki cursed as he saw her mounting the manticore and flying away, and then once again directed his attention to the spawn. It moved quickly, and he barely had time to dodge a tentacle which flew right by his head and become stuck in the wall. Seizing the chance he grabbed his fallen magical axe and quickly severed the creature's limb. But it showed nothing that could indicate it had noticed as the spawn quickly moved towards him, and a huge mouth began forming in the creature's front. Cursing once more he deflected a tentacle with one of his throwing axes and dodged another. He was being pushed to the wall and time was running out, he bumped into a closet and a plan came to mind which he barely had time to follow as a tentacle came towards him. Thraki quickly dodged it, let the closet fall on top of the creature, and in a daring move climbed the closet as the spawn started shredding it with teeth and malformed claws. Quickly uttering a prayer to the ancestor gods he brought the axe down with all his might.

Lamorte barely had time to blink as Avaris quickly lifted and threw the table at him. In a reflex the Marienburguer fired, and the shot burst through the battle missing his enemy by inches, inches which would have saved his life. But such thoughts Lamorte would no longer trouble him as he fell to the ground with the desk on top. He gasped again, this time it would be his last, and the last thoughts on his mind were of his city of Marienburg as Avaris twisted the sword in his abdomen, and quickly made his way outside, where his men awaited him already.

Jean smiled as he heard his name from Alain's mouth. "What's wrong? Missed me that terribly did you?" He said mockingly, and as quick as any human could Alain drew his sword and charged, quickly stabbing trough the sitting Jean. But nothing happened, and Jean only looked down and said "Bugger, that was my favourite shirt." As in one inhumanly fast motion he dropped his glass, took the sword out of his chest, throwed it away and sent Alain flying across the tent against the pole, almost breaking it. "You know, everyone always talked of you as a polite person, but I fail to see what is so polite about stabbing first and asking questions later" Jean was saying as he made his way to Alain "but I suppose, it is just because you can never take a side." He said with a smirk in his last comment. "Not that any of it matters anyway, your armies probably are all shattered already, I do not like the idea of sharing Mousillon." Alain tried to speak, which only brought a grunt of pain from his bleeding mouth. "Hmmm? Got any last words to say?" Jean mocked, leaning down to hear what the Imperial had to say. "I...h-have t-this... to share..." were Alain's words as he swiftly drew a pistol and fired at point blank range. Jean's reflexes were good, but not that good. His yell of pain was heard throughout the entire camp, even above the dying screams of men being slaughtered by the arriving western soldiers. "Hurts like hell heh? You learn something after killing a couple vampires..." The imperial added with a smirk, his last action as Jean, now seemingly more beast than anything else lifted him with one hand and ripped his heart out with the other.

Guy lifted his sword arm and let out a roar of victory as his men ran past him and further into Mousillon. They had succeeded in taking the southern wall, and victory seemed but moments away until a messenger suddenly arrived riding a horse. "My lord! Lord Gui!" the scout said, sweating and puffing as he galloped nearer to Gui. "Our encampments were attacked my lord! We are not sure who did it but both the dwarven and Empire encampment also burn." "What of the Marienburguer encampment?" "No news my lord." The messenger replied, and stood awaiting his orders. Gui's face contorted into a mask of anger as he grit his teeth and reluctantly replied. "Ok, give the other captains the order to retreat, we shall all meet in Chalons." The messenger nodded and rode away as Gui turned around and started shouting commands for the men to turn back, and looked up at the tallest tower in Mousillon's keep.

Thraki fell to the ground; the slaying of the horrible creature had taken its toll on him as pain ran trough his body from the several cuts he had suffered. From outside the sounds of battle could still be heard, and a fire had started in the tower itself, how or why the dwarf did not know and he was not particularly worrying about as he made his way to the stairwell. The moment he opened the door a blast of hot air and smoke almost sent him reeling, he desperately tried to make his way down the stairway but collapsed, both due to exhaustion and the smoke entering his lungs. What happened afterwards he could never be sure, but he thought he felt strong hands lifting him and carrying him outside.