Seizing the initiative – the Orks and Dark Eldar surge forward.
This Ravager opens up with an attempt to pick apart some Wraiths early.
This Raider takes the high ground, giving its lance a commanding view of the battlefield.
“Waaaagh! Let’s go stomp in dere metal ‘eads…or at least dent dem up, or somfink!”
The newly minted Warboss inspires his men and issues battle orders.
The limited enemy shooting hardly phases the Wraiths as they happily drift forward, seeking prey.
A second squad of Wraiths approach the Ork battlewagon line.
The Necrons threat detection classifies the Orks as the larger menace, as they drift past the Dark Eldar to get to grip with the greenskins. This insult shall not go unavenged! Or…at least we’ll listen to some Evanescence, alone in our room while writing dark poetry – you’ll rue the day machine!
The golden horde advances with slow and deadly purpose.
The Wraiths get to work, materializing into solid form to slash and tear apart the questionably constructed battlewagon.
Fearing the bad poetry – the Scarabs also go to town on the Raider, depositing Felynlyn and her Grotesque bodyguards unceremoniously in front of them.
A Raider looking to avoid some of the battle immobilizes itself on a landing pad, whilst a Razorwing jetfighter hoves into view and eyeballs the tightly packed blob of Necrons on the hill.
With battlewagons being torn to shreds, the Dark Eldar sweep in to pick away at the distracted Necrons, their lances finding a home on the Wraiths, though struggling to permanently put down the vile creatures.
Skorcha Buggies find out that metal doesn’t burn as well as other, non-metal things do.
The Ravager aids the Orks by picking away more at the Wraiths.
“You, vermin, kill these metal vermin!” Practicing the diplomacy of her people, Felynlyn motioned for her Grotesques to follow her, she had other prey in mind.
They positioned themselves, eyeing the Necron Warlord, as Felynlyn issued a mocking war cry.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt to bring in a lot of Orks to help the assault also.
A lot of focused shooting poured into the Wraiths, with little discernable effect.
The Orks and Dark Eldar smashed into the Necron lines, causing some respectable damage with blades and boots that their bullets and bombs had failed to accomplish.
The Wraiths start to sweep around the back edge of the Ork and Eldar lines, what mischief can they get up to?
The blue horde continues to push forward, planning if, nothing else, to drown the objectives in blue before the golden Necrons can get there. They may not be able to kill Wraiths, but at the end of the day it’s still an objective mission.
The squad of Wraiths still on the front lines is displeased with the amount of shooting they’ve been absorbing, and seek to end some of it. Their claws flash as they engage the greenskins in combat.
The center hill is still pretty hotly contested.
The Dark Eldar killed their way through the Necrons they could get ahold of, while the Orks bog down with the larger squad.
Necron Croissants sweep across the sky, raining down tesla weaponry on the enemy infantry below.
Necron…dragonflys…seriously, what is even the connective theme of this army? But, in any case, they show up and overpower a Ravager.
The Crons make a move against the Grots, bringing firepower and assault elements to bear.
The Stalker is prevented from getting in courtesy of a rather large bit of shrubbery though – huzzah for whiffed movement! (or ‘boo’ depending on which army you’re rooting for as you read this – I know I always pick a side…usually just whichever army I play more. People play Dark Eldar,
fyi!)
The Overlord decides he wants out of the assault, and ports away with his men, the Orks jeer rudely.
The Wraiths swinging around the rear flank finally find a juicy target, intending to deal with the objective squatters.
“Pssst! Joe! You get down low behind him, and I’ll tap him on the shoulder, when he turns around he’ll trip – it’ll be hilarious!”
Having eaten Orks for the appetizer, the other Wraithwing heads in for a Ravager main course – not being too fond of all those darklight shots.
The Grots eyeball the metal bugs. Surely no one would be foolish enough to assault Dark Eldar?
Oh gawdz!
His reanimating swarms slam into my Feeling No Pain meatsacks, for a grinding brawl.
The Overlord is met with a heated welcome from the buggies.
The Dark Eldar use their mobility, darting all across the battlefield to fire upon numerous targets.
The Crons are still having difficulty penetrating the Ork/DEldar side of the board.
More Crons appear, cutting down a Venom and most of its crew.
The tankbusta filled battlewagon is made a priority.
Buggies are cut apart.
The battlewagon is wrecked and the tankbustas forced to rumble out.
Other brawls continue.
With their instant death causing poisoned weaponry, the Grots prove a steady foe to the Crons, and the Succubus is able to keep cutting up the Scarabs to keep their numbers low. The Dark Eldar are winning the war of attrition.
The Tankbustas hold their morale and begin sending out more waves of rokkits.
One of the Necron flyers is cut down, though the other two remain a threat.
Still, the Ork and DEldar lines hold, as does their possession of most of the objectives.
Even a damaged and weaponless buggie has uses, as long as it can still move to objective markers.
While the Wraiths still chew slowly through the grots below, the Dark Eldar hold the home objective.
Objectives are counted, Necrons have First Blood, no one has the Warlord, both sides have Linebreaker, but the Dark Eldar and Orks are holding 4 of the 6 objectives.
Ork and Dark Eldar alliance wins!
