Next up, Flayed Ones.
I got a batch of the old metal flayed ones because I didn"t really relish working with the newer finecast ones, even if the sculpt did look better and more menacing. I had the feeling they would end up looking like necrons who forgot to cut their nails, as finecast has this thing about going all bendy after a while.
There were rather challenging as it is difficult to tell the difference between the "skin" and metallic parts but I soon got the hang of it. I had wanted to work in my red colour scheme but it wasnt really possible unless they got red claws. But then again, according to the fluff, they don't really belong to a particular dynasty. They just appear where battle rages, to claim their trophy of skin. So I figured, human skin would be the correct one as they were up against the Battle Sisters.
Without further ado, the continuation....
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The scent of battle and the smell of fresh blood have awakened the raveners. Seemingly out of nowhere, broken bodies crept onto the battlefield. The rancid smell of uncured skin and blood permeated the air around the Flayed Ones, but the air, ionized by the tesla, covered it with a sheet of metallic tinge.
Unknown to the squad, the tortured figures came through the cracks in the wall. It was only when the screams of those who had fallen tore through the chaos of the battle, did Sister Superior Sophia realise their peril.
Before long, the floor of the dingy hovel was littered with lifeless bodies of the brave sisters caught unawares by the initial assault. The Sisters fought bravely, but they were surrounded and Flayed Ones came from all sides.
With the sun high up in the air, the smell of fresh blood mixed with the putrid stench of the necrons gave rise to a miasma which assailed the senses. With no time to grieve for her fallen comrades, Sister Superior Sophia drew her power sword and charged into the fray. The deep gashes in her power armour and the telltale stickiness of it told volumes about the mortal wound she had sustained but she raged on, chanting litanies and moving by sheer faith alone.
Will there be no hope for the valiant squad? Find out in the next episode.....