With one undead proving a thrilling distraction, Sakeis had to keep his cool and not blindly act on what instinct and an adrenaline surge would say was the right thing which would be killing every last enemy that'd have the decency to stay in reach of his natural weapons. However that Skull still needed destroying, so fighting the urge to start ripping apart the undead, Lizardman advanced on the Skull, ready to destroy the Ward by any means necessary.

Malik`s eyes widened as the living dead snapped for his face,Vizier`s Flaming Shield working against him in the heat of the moment,as the zombie caught fire.

Rather invigorated by the burning sack of bones as the flames drew a familiar and welcomed aroma in the air,Malik evaded,dashing with his head to the left,brining his scimitar for an upward arc across the undead`s legs.Vizier wanted the burning corpse burning as long as possible.

Rising back up with his warhammer in hands, Gunther cleared the black blood from his fist and roared in anger, the fiery aura around him making him look more like some sort of a vengeful ghost sent by Sigmar to claim the souls of the unworthy.

"BY THE HAMMER OF SIGMAR, THE WRETCHED DEAD WILL NOT STAND BEFORE US! THEY CAN RISE FROM THEIR GRAVES BUT WE SHALL SMITE THEM DOWN AGAIN AND AGAIN!" he cried and charged the cluster of Skeletons, his weapon ready to bring doom upon the wicked.

"STAND STRONG WARRIORS OF THE WORLD AND TRUST THE STEEL CORE OF YOUR RESOLVE TO PUSH YOU ONWARD! FOR THE EMPIRE!"

Giving up on the skull Farull turns towards the nearest group of skeletons and starts to crack open their skulls instead. "Argot. Can you handle the big dead guy?"

Thorkilds dwarven approach of slow but steady, had been a good success, he had blooded his axe with the bodies of the undead cast back to where they belonged.
with the zombies dead, moving forwards was the only good idea, as Thorkild once again started moving, seeing the ever zealous form of Gunther charge the skeletons, while the ogres seemed to have a hard time killing the skull, perhaps battering it as hard as possible was not the way, it surely had some kind of magical kinetic shield.
Though now there was also the problem of the undead ogre, but for now Thorkild made his way towards the screaming skull, perhaps it was to be snatched and smashed unto the ground.

Sneek echoed the war-priest's war cry, squealing "FOR THE UNDER-EMPIRE!" at the top of his rodent lungs, pleased to hear that his human companions were already seeing the glory of Skavendom. Seeing and utilising the opening granted by that wretched goblin's demise, he leapt forward, hurling himself, his sword, and his weight at the rapier-bearing undead.

"Yeah me gots it! Stupid skull! You face fire man instead! MALIK BREAK IT!" Ignoring whomever else might be charging toward the screaming idol Man-Eater makes a dash for anchor toting carcass so that he might assert his total dominance as best ogre. "Die again! An again! An den stay down!" Course things didn't go just as planned for him as rusty anchor was jammed into the ground crushing front half of a foot and causing the boss man to slam right into its iron body, undead chuckling like a schoolyard bully until a firm uppercut forcibly shut him up. "NOT FUNNY!" Face still pressed against anchor Argot dropped his club and leaned around so he could begin throttling unliving opposite.

Farull would be met with far greater success as armored fist saw one of the skeletal Witch Hunters break apart when thick limb completely obliterated rib cage and attached spine dropping lower half, arms and head to the floor in a clattering pile. Crossbone set another bolt in flight and this one found itself buried up to its mid-body in gut plate and fatty flesh as most sacred and beloved paunch was pierced. Skeleton with broken spear went in for another attempt against him with finger bones clawing and tearing at a roll of skin but without a proper weapon it simply couldn't harm the bull. Things weren't looking quite so bright for Sneek though as his blade left only a shallow impression upon his foe's arm causing seemingly no harm while skeleton promptly put rapier through his shoulder, pinning him against the ground with a steady grip before starting to jam bony foot into Skaven's face doing little real damage other than aggravating his wounds and disorienting him.

A profound silence momentarily claimed the fight as virtually endless shrieking died down to only what echoes provided before being overtaken by the sounds of clamoring undead dueling with the suitably enraged living. Sakeis' burning claws had bypassed the shield without problem obliterating warning system and leaving them free of further reinforcements for the time being. With only a handful of skeletons left to dispatch Gunther and Thorkild were quickly closing in upon the one clawing at Farull, War Priest batting it away with war hammer causing one of its arms to crumble apart but also knocking it back enough that it might leap away from Thorkild whom otherwise might of had another kill on his hands. Malik meanwhile found his pursuer had been halved, collapsing into twin piles of burning necrotic flesh leaving him free to see that things weren't quite over yet for five more figures entered the scene.

"Come on you laggards hurry it up! " A woman screeched at a gaggle of four zombies shambling in her wake, all of them apparently looking to join the fray. Buried beneath a heavy black cloak with a pointed hood she cut a rather generic figure of some sort of cultist or Necromancer's apprentice, what wasn't so generic was a damaged multi-barreled rifle resting across her hands. Several of its six tubes were bent or dented for one reason or another making it off questionable effectiveness, though if it was bothered to be carried at all it must of been capable of some function still.

Mercenaries:
Argot: 17 Gunther: 9 Sakeis:17 Thorkild:16 Sneek:6 Farull:12 Malik:10
Ammo: Argot: Pistols x2[10] Sneek: Pistol [9]
Conditions: Gunther/Sakeis/Malik - Fire Shields (2)

Frost Bitten and Chill Bones:
Skeletons: 8/8 Crossbones: 10 Risen Ogre: 18 Zombies: 8/8/8/8 Apprentice: 12
Ammo: Crossbones: Crossbows [7/10] Apprentice: Damaged Nuln Cycle Rifle [8/8]
Conditions: Cycle Rifle fires D3 shots a turn due to being poor quality.

With the Skull destroyed and no longer causing a problem, Sakeis knew that his work was not yet done seeing as there was still zombies, skeletons, a skeleton with a Crossbow, an Risen Ogre, and a normal human with a strange weapon to fight. Confident that everyone would have the riff-raff under control, Lizardman charged towards the Apprentice, aiming to kill the woman before her weapon caused misery for the band. Looks like his glaive would remained unused for this battle, seeing as there wasn't time to grab the weapon from where it laid... Wherever it was.

Break it?That is not so easy Ogre-thing!One must either spill enough blood to break the spell fueling the ward or top it with a equally strong spell...but...the Breath is diminished here.These lands do not have the blessing of Ormuzd.

As Malik mused before the burning remains of a corpse,the ward was broken and Shrieking Skull,destroyed.
"Good work!"he muttered to the Lizardman as the later charged in to the Apprentice and his skeletal entourage.
Deeming it a viable tactic,considering the weapon they wielded,Malik spilt some naptha liquid on his scimitar lighting it ablaze on the remains before him.

Shielding Sakeis`s backs he charged in after him,giving him space to engage the Apprentice while he engaged the zombies with his flaming blade,ululating the battlecry of his people.

Farull sees an opportunity and belly bumps the closest skeleton ignoring the arrow then turns his attention on the apprentice. "I call the cloak!" He says as he runs to them cleaver raised high ready to kill.