*Thorin looked up, blood over his armor/clothes and face from the 2 heads he had crushed, and saw a human fighting the last mutant*

"damn, i was starting to have fun!"

*and with that he walks over to watch the fight and see if the human needed assistance*

*Michael leaned against a nearby wall watching the man face off the last mutant*

Bishop went to the first mutant blocking his attack with his blade he quickly was stuck in a duel with the mutant as the other chargerd at him. "Two on one damn wheres the farness in this." Bishop quickly kick the one mutant in the knee causing it to yell out in pain. He rolled back by his arm was cut by the rusty blade. he growled a bit as the he got back to his feet. Both the mutants rushed him as a bolt came from the air and hit one in the head. Bishop smiled as one of them fell. went on the attack again the mutant parrying his tacks but was limping becuse of the kick. bishop cursed the pain in his arm. He quickly stab in the mutants chest. causing it to scream horridly. He quickly kicked him back again and unsheated his dagger. he then rammed it into the eye of the mutant as it tried to get back into a postion to fight bishop. as the last mutant fell bishop put his dagger back into its sheated and retrieved his blade. He then looked at his arm. He grabbed his canteen and poured some water and some and began to bandage it up with a part of his cloak. "Well That got quite messy. Anyone know if theres a cleric or healer here?"

(A tall slender man approaches draped in the robes of sigmar he is the local preist Father Deitrich *I do know a bit of healing let me take a look)

(The captain of the guard Gerhard Schiller began rifling through what was clearly the leader of these mutants' clothes he comes across a scrunched up piece of paper apon reading it his face went as white as a ghost)

"thank you father." Bishop said to the priest while showing him his wounds.

Harold moved to the edge of his current roof top perch, hopping down he waited for Hild to climb down as well before retrieving his gear and beginning the after battle round up of collecting those bolts still in workable condition.

( you are very much welcome he begins to treat the wound as best he can)

*Thorin walks over to the guard captain looting the body*

"ye look scared lad! whats so bad about a piece a' paper?"

(*We all need to leave now the beast man horde is coming back this way our only hope is to head through the drakvald forrest to Middenhiem now*)