After a rousing game of Purge the Alien, Chaos has claimed a shameful cowardly yet still a victory over the Space wolves. The unconventional tactics of Helbrute spam and hiding in the shadows while clutching the sides of the table avoiding the spacewolf kill zone earned victory points without giving up much itself. Thanks to James Chastain for exceptional grace under difficult circumstance. Summary below: Hold the damn Line Carl! Amir watched his men tense and flex at the strain of bloodlust crawling just beneath the surface. It hadnt been long since his... Transformation. Amir flexed his powerful fist, almost the size of mans head. His new heart pumped daemon essence through his system. The reward was for his self control, but Amir felt it was because one of those Word Bearers told him it was his destiny. Carl was squeezing his autogun so hard his hands were pale. Across the twisted burned out ruins a Bastille of Rockcrete was cutting down the other labor camp with brightly colored lances and rips from an emplacement gun. A volley of missles from a roof down the street rained relentless carnage into the secondary crew. You see that Carl? Thats why Im in charge! Get back in line and hold your tongue. Carl made his way back to the window and pointed, Amir! Theyre jus- Boom. Half of Carl was now all over the floor. Across the alley grey giants launched volleys of explosive bullets, turning Amirs lead electrician into several smaller electricians. Time held still as the vacuum built around the Demolisher cannon. The Vindicators operator had a little less patience then Amir could hope for. He was thankful for his forethought for hearing protection. The building across the alley belched smoke, dust and bullets. The Space Wolves shouted taunts and obscenities antagonizing the hot blooded crew into the openings. One of the new trainees broke free of the window and ran shrieking into the alley. A violent cyclone of explosions from the tower vaporized him about 5 meters out, and not a single shell traveled further. So thats how it is... Men listen up! Amirs new symbiotic voice reigned over the gunfire. That Tower only reaches this far, Amir drug one long claw through the dust, Stay with me, and stay on this side, and you may quench your thirst! Amir was proud of his crew. Even as two of them were microwaved and a small handful were ripped to bits, they advanced in a orderly fashion. The Marines retreated back to their emplacement, cover fire ripping up the ground just a meter in front of Amir. CUR! WE HAVE ARRIVED! I HAVE MICROWAVED THEIR FORWARD COMMAND! Taskmaster Gaskirs Vox command was curt, to the point, but mostly just loud. TELL ME BOY, WHATS THE BEST ACTION HERE? Its simple, we stay out of range of The tower until they dry their reserves, Taskmaster. EXCELLENT. Gaskir watched as his colleagues in coffins run across the battlefield screaming and firing wildly. The Tower made short work of both of them. AMIR, I DONT KNOW WHAT MAKES US SO DAMN SPECIAL, ITS LIKE PEOPLE CANT RESIST CHARGING. Amir thought back to every time he had to get Taskmaster back into one piece from sword, fist, or claw swipe. Me either Sir. Me either.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 03:03:06 +0000
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