The Albino could have left in victory… but he was unsure if the two
gyroscopes he had were in good conditions. Also, the damned sniper must
be dealt with. Out of the structure he saw an Eldar pistolier. Dual
shots came down, pressing Orks to take cover and slowing their
movement. Warpedfang continue to climb, looking for a better position
to attack, while Ironjaw reached the top of the metal structure.
Suddenly, there he was. With his helmet on one hand and a sword on the
other, the Eldar Exarch spoke. ‘Time for you to feel the true power of
Kaela Mensha Khaine!’ He moved swiftly and just Ironjaw on his
midsection. Using his momentum, he switch his leverage and made the
massive Ork fall from the tower.
The two Boyz on the frontlines
now fought against eleven Eldar warriors. Too many to attack properly
and kill. Never the less, they enjoyed their own personal Waaagh!
Ork’s Leader saw his newest champion fall to his doom. In top of the
tower the Exarch stood, still helmet in hand. Bullets from both sides
flew by, but he did not move… not even flinched. The Albino understood
the challenge and moved to accept it. He climbed to the second floor,
when he saw the Exarch jump down. While flipping his body, he put his
helmet on. The move was design to intimidate the enemy and inspire
allies. While other Eldars did not showed any signs of inspiration, The
Albino just seemed amused. With a twist of his body he moved out of the
way and the Exarch attack hit the metal floor. After the sparks had
dissipated, he saw The Albino move for the kill with dual Choppas the
size of human child.
The Exarch noticed the wound… the monster’s right hip was all but gone.
The gap in his chest continued to pour blood. It was the mixture of
adrenaline and the Waaagh! that was moving The Albino into a combat
frenzy. The Exarch saw the opening and plunged from the floor towards
his enemy. His attack was deviated with a Choopa, while the other one
made a deep gash on his back. The Exarch had much worse injuries as a
young Guardian. He spun around and kicked The Albino on the injured
hip. His massive weight made him buckle and the Exarch trusted his
sword deep on The Albino’s body. He could see the tip of his
vibro-blade sticking out the other side. He was sure that the wound was
a deadly one. Yet, the Albino stood in place ready for more.
Exarch could not avoid appreciate the brutality of the Orkish form… its
resilience and preparedness for combat. As The Albino stood motionless,
he smiled as he realized once more that it was not the form, but the
function that made the warrior deadly. His enemy’s eyes rolled back
into his head, as if searching for inner strength to continue the
fight. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye he saw a flash of light. An
Ork dressed as a sadistic surgeon just shot his pistol at him, catching
him on the side of the leg. The instinctive move back made the Exarch
loose his balance and fall from such terrible height. Before loosing
consciousness he heard the distinctive sound on the Sniper Rifle and
saw the Painboy drop to the ground besides him.
Exarch opened his eyes, he could see a trained field physician working
on his wound. ‘Welcome back… I don’t know how I did it, but I managed
to pull your soul back to your body from the Spirit Stone. They were
not so lucky…’
The Exarch stood and saw the battlefield. It was
littered with bodies; both Eldar and Ork. In a second, he almost
panicked. In disregard to any advice he climbed up the tower. To his
relief, there was the body of The Albino face down on the metal floor.
He had dispatched his enemy in manner worth Khaine’s teachings. He
turned the body over for examination. Then he discovered that the body
was mutilated. The Nob’s Iron Gob was missing, as well as his war
banner. His throat has been slit and chopped several times and his
teeth were missing. He knew very well what happened.
There was a new Boss leading the Orks… and he planned revenge. Death to the White Waaagh!
Long live The Warped Fang Klan! Defeated… but what a GRAND game!
want congratulate Jamie (on record) on participating with elegance,
maturity and fairness in THE longest game of Death Squads ever
played... AND win! We ducked it out for 5 hours (and some minutes) for
12 Turns of intense fighting. I really enjoyed the game, until the
Curse of Earl (more on that later!) In gaming terms, it was a SUPERB
game. As a play-tester, I don't believe I did my job correctly... I'm
getting consumed on playing and having too much fun, rather than
testing the scenarios to the breaking point. For that I apologize...
but I can't resist!
Jamie played his Eldars like Eldars... full
of lies, deceit, stealth and shooting. I played my Orks like Orks...
un-organized charge, no-holds-barred-in-your-face-push. Since we played
one game in the time that normal people would play 4 games, we manage
to experience every mood under the sun. From Jamie's amazing 6's... he
rolled 6' on two dice 3 times in a row not once, but FOUR times during
the night!... to Jamie's multiple 1's... I have not seen so many
snake-eyes (double 1's) since Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. We
passed through BOTH celebrating the Reinforcements critical hitting one
of my 'Ard Boyz on the back of the head to BOTH praying so he could
roll a wound to one of my Kommandoz down. I saw Jamie go through peppy
(excited to play) to grumpy ("I'm SOOO hungry I'm dizzy and cranky!"),
and me going from laughing at anything to slumbering on the chair
contemplating routing so I could go home.
All in all, one of the best games ever! If this is he beginning of Death Squads, I can’t wait to see the end!