Olaf had lost his dagger and now fought with his sword in a two handed grip. With his opponent wounded Olaf pressed his advantage by battering him with powerful swings that shook the knight with each impact. Blood was now flowing freely from the wound in the knights side and his face had grown pale from the loss. Olaf aimed his attack for the knight's left side and as the knight tried to block the feint Olaf spun and put all his might into a downward slash at the knight's right leg. It was a move that would have been easy for the knight to block, but blood loss had taken its toll and he was not fast enough. Olaf's rusted sword slashed down through the knight's leg, parting armor, flesh and bone. The knight screamed as blood pumped from the wound, but was quickly silenced by Olaf's next blow.
Mortimer and Johan heard the knight's screams cut short and knew the battle had turned irreversibly in their favor. One of the knight's they were fighting realized this as well and, determined to sell his life for his opponent's, lunged at Mortimer with a killing blow. He was so quick that Mortimer had no time to raise his sword in defense. Time slowed for Mortimer as he saw his death come for him. The blow never landed. As the knight lunged twisted roots lurched from the ground, entangling his feet, pulling him from the air and crashing him into the ground in front of Mortimer. Before he had a chance to recover the Baron plunged his sword through the knight's back, pining him to the ground like an insect as. Felix would be well rewarded for his timely intervention, Mortimer promised himself.
After Johan and Olaf finished the last knight the Baron and his men quickly gathered the knights' weapons and armor and bundled them on the horses before leading them into the darkness far from the fire's deadly light. Soon the bodies would be food for the creatures of the forest, including those of Mortimer's men who had fallen to the knights. Nurgle didn't care whose corpses rotted in his name.
Deep in the woods Mortimer and his men buckled on their new armor and sheathed their new swords. They had new mounts and though they were fewer in numbers they were stronger with their new plunder. It was clear to see that Nurgle favored them and their might would only grow.