It was a double great moment actually.
I was on the way to table my Catachan opponent with some insane Deathskull luck when he charged an Infantry squad and his commander into what was left of a boy mob. After his attacks, only the big choppa nob survived, who proceeded to strike down his commander before happily running away.
The turn right after, the same infantry squad sergeant, standing alone in the middle of his fallen brothers, last AM
model standing, decided to charge my warboss, standing on top of a big altar. It was so cool I refused to use my overwatch and I almost wished the brave Catachan sergeant would kill my boss. The sarge fig was running and screaming when the boss stood in all his brutal might waiting for him. It was like a scene from a movie, what I love in 40k
and hadn't seen in too long.
Of course the boss just cut down the sarge in half...
Last night, when despite the Norman invaders breaking through the English centre and left flank, they were driven off when William the ******* was struck down by Saxon archery.
(Our first play of 1066: Tears To Many Mothers)
Conqueror, the missing word is Conqueror. As a norman myself, I'm happy to help.