Khan barged his way through the crowd, a large gathering surrounded the hole that Hakon had fallen down with his little whore as well. He saw the opportunity that Bloat and Magus noticed as well. With the lord gone a power vacuum was left behind, all he needed to do was take the throne and it was his. He would have to side with Bloat for now, those loyal to Slaanesh followed Hakon, and there wasn't a chance of them siding with him, and his disdain of sorcerers was well know throughout the army.

That left him with his own and Bloat's forces, they would be useful in the tunnels, Khan's horsemen were useless here, the speed they gained being useless with all the sharp turns and the roof too low for them to even got on their horses. He would also need the marauders that weren't aligned to any of the four ruinous powers. That would give him the advantage, until then, he would bide his time. As soon as they were out of the cave, then he would strike.

Hakon dragged himself out of the murky water, pulling Risha out with him. The Skaven had placed the wooden planks high above the brook to make it possible to walk from one side of the cave to the other without falling into the water. He pulled a torch and small flint from a leather pouch that was strapped to his left leg plate and started scraping it against the wall, hoping for a spark. Nothing. He tried it again. Nothing. He let out a roar before smashing his fist against the wall. He was not going to die down here, and neither was she.

He moved over to the daemonette's limp body before removing his helmet and pressing an ear to her chest. Her heart was still beating, but she wasn't breathing. He moved his hands and started pressing down, forcing the water out of her lungs.

"Don't die. I'm not going to lose you twice."

There was a sudden couch and splutter. "I didn't realise you lost me the first time."

Hakon gave a laugh before stopping. "How did you fall?"

"Someone pushed me, I don't know who, but I will kill them. First though, first, I'll make them wish they weren't even born."

"We need to get back to the surface before you can have your revenge, and the river could run for miles."

"What we need, is some light."

"The torches are soaked through and we need to get moving, our best chance is to head upstream."

"Upstream? Have you been listening to your brother?"

"No, we head down stream it could be miles, upstream and it should come out where the water's coming from."

"We better get moving then."

He helped her to her feet and then both started walking into the darkness, fortunately the river became shallower as they walked upwards, just reaching Hakon's ankles whereas earlier he could have easily sank to the bottom and not swam back up. Risha was able to see easily, but his senses were not as sharp as the demons, making him half stumble in the dark and following the clicking of Risha's talons on the the stone.

About half an hour in he stopped and took his boots off, pouring the water out before starting again. All of his armour was waterlogged and it was weighing him down, making his pace slower than usual. On top of that was the current pushing against them.

"I spy with my little eye," Risha chirped, "something beginning with D."

"Must we play games?"

"I could start describing a position and have you name it if you would prefer."

Hakon let out a long sigh. "Darkness, the answer is darkness."

"Now it's your turn."

"H, a word bringing with H."

"You have to say I spy."

"I am not a child that you can tell what to do."

"Fine then, we'll play the other game, woman on top, facing away."

He let out a groan. "I spy with my little eye, something beginning with H."

"See, was that so hard?"

"Yes."

"A word beginning with H? I doubt you can see anything in here past that helmet of yours, that's it isn't it, helmet,"

"Yes."

"My turn again."

One hour later...

"Something beginning with D."

"It's darkness again, isn't it?"

Three hours later...

Risha let out a groan. "How much longer will it take."

"As long as it does."

"But there can't be much more cave left."

"The river twists and turns, it is difficult to tell how far through them we are."

Risha let out another groan. How could he be so bloody patient. They'd been walking against the current for hours without light, and no one apart from each other, he could at least be frustrated instead of the calm man that wandered behind her. After another fifteen minutes they finally came to a larger chamber. This area was slightly brighter, warp stone from the rat-men's alchemy was embedded deep into the walls and the hazardous green glow offered the ability to see.

"I've never been happier to see light." Risha yelled.

"Maybe once for me."

Risha moved to a pool that was in the centre of the room, taking a long drink before looking at the large waterfall that provided the water they had been struggling against for what had seemed like days. There was an even brighter glow behind the thin veil of water. Hakon took a torch out of the pouch and started scraping the small stone against the wall. This time he had some success, a small streak of light hitting the cloth that surrounded the wood and setting it alight.

With both of them finally able to see, Hakon' s gaze fell to the waterfall as well.

"We can't swim up that." He commented, walking around the edge of the chamber and swinging his torch, trying to find any crack or crevice either of them could fit through.

Risha moved towards the water, holding a hand above her head to part the water as she stepped through. "There's another path here."

He shrugged and followed her, protecting the delicate flame from the icy water. When he looked at the other side he was surprised. The walls's were clearly smoothed and the floor looked to be almost paved. "What is this place?"

"I have no idea, maybe the dwarves build it."

"No, the dwarfs wouldn't build something like this, the ceiling's not high enough." Hakon said before he started walking again with Risha following.

"It always confuses me why the shortest race needs the highest roofs."

"I thought you would say they were overcompensating for something."

"Oh no, that was a very pleasant surprise, now elves, they do overcompensate."

"Is there a race you haven't been with?"

"Skaven, and lizardmen."

"That's, good."

The next room they came into was a large and circular with walls made out of brick, symbols of the four gods carved into them. An altar lay in the middle with with an eight pointed star engraved into the stone, chipped from hundreds daggers striking it after being forced through sacrifices' bodies. Risha took a deep breath, reveling in the power that leaked between the gaps that lead to her world.

"Nothing like a taste of home."

"There should be another tunnel leading out of here, there is no way that the river is the main entrance."

"Do we have to leave now, it's so nice down here."

"It smells worse than a nurgling's backside."

"It may smell slightly, but can't you sense the power?"

"There is something here yes, but I will not have my army destroy itself because Khan and Magus fight like children."

"Fine then, just let me relax for a minute." Risha moved to the edge of the room, tracing a symbol of slaanesh before letting out a content sigh as her hair started to float upwards. "Okay, let's get going."

Hakon took his sword out and started tapping the pommel against the wall, solid, solid, hollow. "There should be a switch somewhere."

"No, they would want the sacrifices trapped inside."

"Well then, there's only one option." Hakon pulled the small daggar from his belt and ran the blade through the mortar, causing it to turn back into a powder as he slowly repeated the action before removing the brick, letting him see to the other side. He carried on till he had removed a dozen others.

"How much longer is this going to take?" Risha huffed.

"It might help if you joined in."

"Can't, I might chip a nail."

Hakon looked over his shoulder. "Your willing to charge headlong against a battalion of swordsmen but the gods forbid you do any manual labour for fear you will 'chip a nail'."

"There's a difference, fighting is fun. The smell of fear as the metal hooks on your whips latch into your enemies throat before ripping it out, dancing as their blood pours on the floor before they collapse, there is no feeling like it."

Hakon walked away from the wall before lowering his shoulder and springing towards the it. There was a resounding thud as the other bricks fell through.

"After you."

A/N TY for reading. There is a reason for Hakon saying again by the way. I'm thinking about writing a star wars fix set during SWTOR and I don't like searching through the beta section so if anyone knows a good one or wants to do it themselves send me a pm.