Muffled behind the metal and garbled by a throat and mouth distended with disease and running with pus, it was difficult to understand Torglug's words. Their intention was clear enough to his warriors however. They fanned out around the plaza moving towards the ruins of the temple district on the other side.
Prosecutors fluttered above the ruins and Torglug guessed that was where he would find the dwarf God.
He could see some of the red-haired dwarves moving in from his right and his arm went up in a quick signal to the knights and they set off in pursuit. He didn't know much about dwarf culture but from what he did understand these types were looking for death. They had come to the right place.
The Sigmarties moved up behind the dwarfs, their long legged march carrying them more quickly towards the Chaos lines than even the dwarfs could move running.
The Chaos knights realized this was the real threat and charged towards the mass of iron clad warriors.
Arrows whizzed past the giant armoured infantry men and into the ranks of the knights as they moved across the plaza, mostly clattering harmlessly off of the armoured, pus-dripping mounted men.
Torglug moved forward listening to the vile intonation of Mortanis behind him. His bodyguard of Blightkings behind him and the skittering steps and babbling of nurglings beside him as they skittered along carrying the chair bearing Rahald Wormwood.
The Lord of Plagues had lost many men getting this far. Now that his quarry was run to ground, he would make sure that he was secured.
As Mortanis finished his chant the air swelled with a putrid stench as a sound not unlike someone sticking a knife into a canvas sail and riding it from the topmast to the deck ripped through the air. With this gust of warm stinking air came a buzz also. Three plague drones came into being and bobbed in the air behind Torglug summoned into existence by the sorcerers virulent words.
With the knights engaged in combat with the Liberators Torglug sent the newly summoned daemons ahead to meet the red-haired dwarfs that were yelling their battlecry as they came running along the plaza.
Soon battle was engaged and while the dwarfs were fierce their hacking and slashing availed them little against the massive forms of Torglug's bodyguard and the giant daemons, both of whom were soon upon them, surrounding them with their stench and bodies alike.
As the small bodies piled up, discarded into the puddles of filth in the plaza Torglug turned to where his quarry was hiding. The winged Stormcast warriors took flight and bore down on him.
Torglug recognized that he would be delayed here and motioned to the warriors on his right to advance more quickly and get into the ruins to capture the dwarf god.
Soon the melee was a mess of stabbing, pounding and slashing in the center of the plaza.
The Warriors moved forward to run into a wall of the dwarf gods Automatons. Their clockwork mechanisms moved a barrier of whirling blades and each step forward landed another Nurgle warrior face down in the muck.
The wall of Iron was too much and too many of his warriors were falling. Though it galled him to do so Torglug ordered a retreat. The Nurgle warriors easily extracted themselves from the combat, their enemies only happy to see them go.
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