“For the Glory of The Emperor!” Lt. Eppledorfer orders her Chimera forward, its weaponry flashing as she fired upon the xenos scum.
Techpriest Armin Staahl orders his squad forward as well, readying his potent power axe as his heavy armored footfalls crunch through the snow. The men of the 301st advancing with him, weapons ready.
With a sharp *crack* the Ratlings claim a Wrack, it topples silently to the snow, a hole the size of a grapefruit in its head.
The Multi-laser (Goto *lurvs* them) claims two Warriors.
The Imperial advance is strong, but the Dark Eldar are still many.
“Hahahaha!” Hellions cackle as they swoop forward, using their speed and maneuverability to glide effortlessly across the frozen ice wastes.
“New toys to play with, fetch me a play thing.”
Kirst’takiss orders her forces forward, the Talos leading the way as Grotesques and Warriors also advance.
For the record – a Talos is *not* a weird giant floating flesh blimp. It is a cruel torture device, powered by the pained twitching of its captive to inflict further torment and damage to those around it.
Just saying
The Wracks move towards the right flank, supported by the quick appearance of the Wych Venom, clearly intent on dealing with the Ratlings.
Wisely, the dark lance was not moved, and it now fires upon the Chimera.
“Nooo! I needed that for purging!” The multi-laser is destroyed.
The Wracks are unimpressed by the approaching might of the Astra Millitarum…after all, who would be scared of that name?
Harry had sent out some scout Sentinels to guard his flanks, and they now appear in force. One of them stomping into view near the Hellions. It will gun down two of them with ease.
The second appears on the other flank to aid the Ratlings, its firepower would blast apart one of the splinter cannons.
The Ratlings and Sentinel provide a solid wall of firepower support.
Of course, Ratlings being Ratlings, the scarper after shooting at the Venom, wanting no part of the Wyches inside.
More Warriors are felled by fire from the Imperial Veterans.
The Hellions and Warriors all pass their leadership checks.
“There is a hidden song at the heart of the universe, and its sounds are pain.”
The Coven advances, eyeing potential targets.
“We shall grant you a beautiful death!”
The Wyches spring from their Venom, darting lightly across the snow towards the Ratlings.
The Warriors unleash some firepower of their own. The 301st is damaged, but Techpriest Staahl’s armor provides a bulwark for the men hiding behind him.
“It looks so stark, so boring, but I think if we crack it open, we shall have a prize!”
The Hellions converge on the Sentinel.
They manage to clip off a hull point and evade any real damage in turn, locking the Sentinel down.
The Ratlings are caught by the Wyches, with predictable results.
They continue moving towards the other Imperial forces.
The Talos glides across the ground and grabs at the Chimera, ripping and tearing at it, and doubtless causing an unfortunate reaction from the Ratling’s semi-questionable still.
The explosion tears into the Imperial 377th “The Black Spades” dropping some of them, and also inflicting severe damage to the passengers.
The Talos seems eager to do more damage.
“Come, we shall make you famous…for a little while.”
A squad of Imperial Stormtroopers drops in behind the Talos, letting loose with their melta weaponry they manage to put a wound on the horrid beast.
“Your Xenos Coven has it wrong. Flesh is weak. Allow me to prove my hypothesis.”
The Techpriest continues pushing his men forward, his heavy armor protecting him from harm, for now.
Harry’s squad had managed to put a wound on one of the Grots thanks to overwatch on a failed charge, they now move forward in the hopes of doing enough additional damage to stop the unit.
Techpriest Pontious Fleak and Lt. Eppledorfer put down most of the wyches with some brutal firepower. Emphasis on fire, naturally.
The Sentinel approaches the wall and fires on the Talos to little effect.
“You have harmed my little one…one…won? You have not won with this action.”
One of the Grots is felled from Imperial flashlight spam.
A quick overview of the battlefield.
The Dark Eldar respond quickly, the Venom and Wych looking to try to stop the Imperial infantry while the Talos stalks towards the Sentinel.
“I have such sights to show you.”
The Grots advance and ready their liquifiers.
The Wracks and their Haem do the same, heading for the tightly packed Storm Troopers.
The combined fury of 4 Liquifiers will punch a serious hole in the Imperial infantry, as only one of them rolled high enough to allow any armor saves (one on the Storm Troopers)
The Talos swarms over the wall like a scuttling scorpion and assaults the Sentinel, ripping it to pieces with ease.
“I issue a challenge to you!” Harry advanced towards the small Haemonculous female. After all, she was certainly less scary than the giant beasts she was with, and it was expected for heroes to challenge enemy generals.
“Do I need to accept the challenge?” Asked my niece. Breaking character.
“No, but if you don’t, then she isn’t allowed to fight because she’ll be hiding behind her other men.” I offer a tactical breakdown.
She considers this.
“I’d hide behind them too, they’re big monsters, I don’t think the little guys can take them.”
Kirst’takiss promptly shrugs as she steps back and allows her Grots to fight for her, the massive flesh monsters swarming over the few remaining Imperial soldiers.
“Challenge accepted…as in, ‘I challenge you to defeat my giant monsters’”
The Stormtroopers are also assaulted by the Wracks, an overwhelming wave of attacks tearing past their armor.
Hunting down the Wracks to prevent them from scoring.
Lt. Eppledorfer and crew had gone over to beat down the Wracks, but the Talos had issues with them. Though she and Techpriest Fleak almost overpower it, it manages to at least prevent them from claimin an objective.
Techpriest Staahl’s unit is holding a center objective, and almost even deal with the Grotesque threat (partly simply because Kirst’takiss still steadfastly refuses all challenges issued her. She being a girl with monsters, after all)
Still, the battle is enough to prevent Imperial scoring.
Almost forgotten, the Warriors here cling to their objective.
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