Ulric the Black rallies his forces and returns to battle. Battle 2

Ulric refused to let the raving flagellants join his army this time. Their leader was a familiar figure to those who had fought the week before: the chaplain of the Knight's Teutonia, who had been flogged to within an inch of Morr's embrace, and had gone quite mad.

Ulric had summoned all his swordsmen, and they formed up in two columns with fresh knights on the right wing, again facing off against the lizard cav. The battle started badly as their only canon blew up without firing a shot.

They had brought their toad this time, a vast bloated thing that looked out on them with lidless eyes. 'A Jabba!' Hovman Daark said. 'Look - a Jabbatoad! This bodes ill, I fear. They are said to control the winds of magic.'

So it proved. Hovman struggled with the winds - but could do little with them.

'Faith in Sigmar!' Ulric shouted to the men around, and so it proved. Faith protected them and Ulric's greatswords flanked the toad-guard and began to chop ruthlessly into them, while Ulric battled in mortal combat with the enemy's general: a little blue lizard with yellow cat eyes - that hissed in pain as Ulric smote it.

'They're blood is red!' he shouted, and the greatswords cut down the guard around the quivering bloated thing at their centre.

There was a long and bloody battle, but fate did not favour Ulric again. At last the swordsmen broke before the onslaught of the lizards, and only the mortar crew stood unharmed. Fitting, as they had failed to harm the enemy also.

Loss.