"Holy cow! They're going at it like crazy!" Will sweated profusely as he saw the blaze of fireworks in the distance.
"Lucky for us that's not where we're going." Ralnor snickered as he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly for reassurance.
The others remained silent, but each of them had paled noticeably. Tim's axe swings in particular had grown more vigorous, as if he were trying to distract himself at all costs.
Jake furrowed his brow, but refrained from assuaging their concerns with sweet talk. No matter how favorable the situation sounded, he was pretty sure their enemies wouldn't let them get away so easily. If Sigmar was defeated, they would have Nylreg on their tail immediately after stealing the Purgatory Fluid Artifact. If it wasn't Nylreg who dealt with them, he would at least send his subordinate men, monsters and Players after them.
Put another way, they would have to fight no matter what.
Sorry for the late chapter. Came back late.