Sneek wasn't about to let this possibility to earn great respect escape, not now. Skittering after Parv as fast as he could, he fired his previously-reloaded gun and stuck it back into his belt, knowing of the lacking accuracy while running, and pulled his blade again. In what might be the worst misjudgement of his entire, short life, he sprinted, hoping to slay the bone-thing with a single stroke from behind.
having given some slight vengeance to the soul of Malik, Thorkild had to take a breather, he still had a bolt stuck in him and his hip not yet intirely healed. As the others fought to rekill the final undead for now, Thorkild instead opted to finally do the painfull thing, and pull out the bolt, luckily he still carried their basic med kit, he would have to do field surgery on himself for now, atleast his Dwarf hands where dexterous and skilled, just hope he would not become a gloryfied field medic, it wasent his call.
Chasing the undead War Priest into cave's depths their shots and pursuant blows were wasted upon stone outcroppings and the darkness as Parv made for a slippery target. Argot ran through the center of their group using both bludgeon and palm to smack everyone up further, urging they run faster with a series of incoherent threats. In hot pursuit they blew past stacks of crates and broken barrels of gun powder, trampled bodies that hadn't been summoned by the alarm earlier and stormed through ankle deep waters. At last things seemed to be coming to an end as cavern shrunk down briefly enveloping them all in a passage that could only fit them one at a time. Emerging out on the other side mercenaries stood face to face with Parv once more whom was standing proud and ready to face them once more. Warhammer hefted up in both hands he remained stock still, curiously not charging yet. A quick cursory glance at ones surroundings quickly revealed they were in a circular chamber lined with torches that burned with a murky green flame. Various stolen supplies and scattered corpses awaiting resurrection were just barely visible in gloomy light. Of far greater interest though was the dragon. At least initially in the dark it might appear to be a draconic nightmare however thanks to Sneek's eye sight it was quickly identified as a crafty stitching job thrown over a large 'something' as a tarp and disguise. "WHOM DARES DISTURB THE WORK OF ARCHIBALDOMODUS THE LORD OF RISEN ANCIENTS AND SCALLYWAGS? SPEAK SWIFTLY LEST I LOOSE AN UNBOUND DRACOLICH UPON YE.....NAIVES! "
Having not stood part of the main group, Thorkild could only curse as the Ogryn seemed set on mooving all of them. with a few rather brutal stiches, Thorkild had to move after the best he could muster, he wasent set on missing anything here. coming in just short behind the group, he heard half of what the apeared to be a small dragon speaking wierdly, trying to catch on to some sailor jagon. But still they had to bee vigilent, if it truly had awakened the dead it still had the power of magick. Thorkild did not speak for now as he moved up to the rest of the group, hoping no stiches had broken, not that it really mattered with what a hack job it had been.
"WHERE ARE THE GUNS YOU STOLE, YA LANDLUBBER??" Gunther shouted as he also entered the chamber, careful a bit not to charge headless into the undead just yet. "WE WANT THEM BACK!"
Sakeis was somewhat surprised by the large thing that was lurking in the shadows, but given that no-one else seemed to being paying to much attention the Lizardman tried to avoid being phased by it. At least he'd managed to get his hands on both his glaive and the rotary rifle before Argot got the band moving to fight whoever was running the show. So the former Temple Guard kept his 'borrowed' rifle ready for anything that dared to take a step closer towards the group, as then he'd try to fill them full of lead.
Sneek took pause at the weird dracontraption, staring at it and listening to the familiar jargon used by it. Something was off. Skaven inquisitiveness led him to take a hold of the tarp and just... pull firmly, to see what happens.
Farull scratched his head wondering why this thing whatever it is was talkin so strange. "OI Werdo! Stop speakin so stupid! Give us the humie so we can krump 'im."
