As the Archon speaks and Knutr shouts back, Cato opens a vox link to the others.
Do not bother, ignore them. Let us take this time to set up as a team. I tried to lead us in the last challenge, but I am clearly not ready yet. I suggest Vorenthar leads us this day and we swear an oath to each other, for we must work together to punish this enemy."
As they enter the arena, Cato stands ready, briefly glancing around for a weapon. Seeing Tiamat pick up a Lascannon, he runs tactics in his head. "Might I suggest we form a defensive ring around Tiamat, we can keep the beasts off him so that he can punish them with his heavy weapon, whilst it's ammo lasts and then I am sure he will be only too happy to join us in crushing skulls."
4 dof (or 3?)
Knutr responds to Cato.
-That is a good tactic, but we can twist it a bit. Let us not stay all together in a small ground. We can cover a wider area, and then let them less room to manoeuvre . If I stay here, as the point of the formation, I can charge their best ranged and neutralise it.
Turning his head he gave a brief nod towards Cato to acknowledge his words, once done he turned towards his battle brothers. Knowing there was still time he spoke out. "Brothers, on a knee..." He knew that they would listen, once they were all on one knee he spoke once more. "Brothers, Where there is uncertainty, I shall bring light. Where there is doubt, I shall sow faith. Where there is shame, I shall point atonement, Where there is rage, I shall show its course. My word in the soul shall be as my bolter in the field." Letting the words sink in he regarded each and everyone once more. "Even though we are all from a different chapter I trust you with my live and together we will show this Xenos scum what it means to mess with an Astartes. Prepare your souls for the horrors they will throw at us, steel your arm and have the Emperor guide it and strike true! This is our moment! WE FIGHT AND WE FIGHT HARD! NO QUARTER GIVEN... FOR THE EMPEROR!!!"
And with that said he stood up and regarded the arena. "Form a circle around Vaylund, his Las Cannon will be the point of attack, those with other ranged weapons stand next to him, I will be the point of attack and lead the charge, let us see what they trow at us! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
With that he raised the las pistol and got ready for whatever the eldar were going to throw at them.
Round 1 After everyone gathers an item and positions themselves, from the sky above, a gang of hellions comes screaming down to the arena on their skyboards wielding electro-snare nets and double weapons
Hellions 18 The hellions break off from formation to avoid the dust storm summoned by Brother Vaylund and double back to converge on the party.
The expert skimmers have little difficulty making such maneuvers.
They are 400 meters from the group and descending fast. They make some wild shots with their skyboard weapons but they are out of effective range.
Knutr 13+
Cato13
Vorenthar13-
Vaylund12
Feliks7
Tiamat4
Cohesion: 6/6
Squad Mode: None
Oath:
Regarding the weapons his brothers found he nodded in approval. They were well fitted for close combat now. When the screeching sound of the Hellions showed up he looked up and let his eyes go over them to see if one of them would stand out as a leader or if they were all just regular foot soldiers. Standing tall the black templar was calculating and taking in the sight. "Form up close, take aim for the hooverboards if possible to take away their advantage if possible.. Brothers Knutr and Feliks, hold your ground for now, I know the wolf wants to hunt but right now, the pack is stronger together... Brother Tiamat, if you have any knowledge of the devices and how to take them out quickly, share with us... Brother Vaylund, even tho I am not a fan of the witchcraft, it might give us the edge over this xenos scum, use defensive wise and see if you can give us any advantage and funnel them into our range..." He then turned his head towards the 5 hellions and shook his head. "Be wary, I doubt this is going to be all they will be sending at us, they want us dead hear... Let us show them the error in their ways!"
-Search. More. Sod the grenade. Sod the Librarian, he could have done the power earlier. Sod the grenade again. These bastards are flying, I need something solid with which to push them off of their skimmers. Search, for Leman's sake! Search, you bastard! Something proper! Wait... something... the grenade... Mmmmm, I might have a plan...
Knutr's mind works at high speed to construct the plan. He doesn't even want to say, just in case their comms are tapped.
Ok, let's search anyway, that'll give the impression that I'm desperate. They could act over confidently...
=> 2 DoS +1 Fate = 3 DoS
Tiamat quickly reviews his superficial knowledge of the Dark Eldar technology for any weakness that could be used to bring them low, like problems with sand in their turbines or something like that.
"Not that I know of, but they seem to avoid Brother Vaylunds Storm, so maybe those vehicles don't like sand in their engines."
After that he takes careful aim and takes a shot with the powerful weapon he found - trying to catch one of the scimmers in mod-dodge.
After the speach and with the assistance from Vaylund his storm he did a quick search for anything that could help him in the upcomming fight. His eyes roamed over the scenery and see what was there.
Feliks lifts the ancient blade out of the sand, everything about it being in the hands of these creatures offensive to him. He raises the blade in front of his face as if in salute to a foe, but the other Marines around him can hear him muttering a quiet prayer to Russ and the Allfather.
Once done, he raises the mighty blade in a two handed grip and steps into his place in the ring of Astartes, guarding his Brothers' backs as surely as they guard his, "Finally we get to sink our teeth into our true foes. The Allfather has smiled upon us this day, my Brothers, to send us this reward in these dark times."
As the Eldar close in Felix realizes that he has time to search the sand nearby, for anything else useful in destroying these foes.
After a quick search, he steps back into his place in the line.
The storm will pass when they are within range, I will then bathe them in fire first. Aim for their boards and scavenge what weapons you can. No shame in slaughtering them with their own cursed devices. We shall not die this day. By any means necessary, we FIGHT! he yells, revealing more emotion than usual in his voice and a surprising disposition towards xenotech.
He grips his axe in two hands and readies himself mentally, focusing his anger and blood last, trying to position himself in front towards them, The storm might make it more difficult to see and hit us, forcing them closer, rotate to keep me between them and us for as long as possible.
Lastly as he sees his brothers scramble and search he offers up his own weapon to any brother without. If you do not find a weapon, take my axe, I will not be defenseless.
"Brothers, this is good, let them waste themselves against the armour that has been returned to us. However if we pull even tighter, so that our back is always against that of a brother we will protect our weaker armour and they cannot outnumber us. They may land more shots, but only against our thicker armour. When they get careless and get too close, we can swarm one. If on Vorenthar's command, you throw that grenade Knutr. At the same time you throw that dust storm at the others Vaylund and this of us with combat weapons can swarm the doomed xenos. One by one they will fall."
As he says this Cato will move to cover the back of Tiamat, scanning the ground as he goes for a ranged weapon to add to his blade.
Hellions 18 The hellions break off from formation to avoid the dust storm summoned by Brother Vaylund and double back to converge on the party. 1d100 ⇒ 82reroll: 1d100 ⇒ 64
1d100 ⇒ 79
1d100 ⇒ 82reroll: 1d100 ⇒ 28
1d100 ⇒ 100reroll: 1d100 ⇒ 58
1d100 ⇒ 6
1d100 ⇒ 3reroll: 1d100 ⇒ 17
The expert skimmers have little difficulty making such maneuvers.
They are 400 meters from the group and descending fast. They make some wild shots with their skyboard weapons 1d100 ⇒ 66 but they are out of effective range.
Knutr 13+ Knutr finds a pair of Lightning Claws in the dirt.
Cato13 Brother Cato finds a Bolter with a clip of 6 Hellfire rounds
Vorenthar13- Much to Vorenthar's chagrin, he finds a dead Chaplin's Crozius of the Imperial Fist Chapter. This fellow son of Dorn almost seems to be looking at him from the beyond when Vorenthar claims the weapon.
Vaylund12 Delay
Feliks7 Brother Feliks finds a Missile Launcher with 1 Krak missile loaded.
Tiamat4 The Dark Eldar Hellion tries to avoid the shot, but the willy hellion is too cocky with his maneuver and dives headfirst into the Lascannon fire of Brother Tiamat. The foul xenos blood and broken bits of his skyboard get swallowed up by brother Vaylund's storm.
Hellions18 Having lost one of their number doesn't seem to faze the hardened Xenos gangers. They continue to dive at the party at an accelerated rate.
They fire terror grenades into the party. They are surprised when their prey seems immune to their effects.
Knutr 13+
Cato13
Vorenthar13-
Vaylund 12 *
Feliks 7
Tiamat 4
"This is the fate of all Xenos... Brother Cato focus on designated target Epsilon, force him into a dodge and I will ensure his quick death."
The voice of the marine is concentrated, near emotionless but nevertheless filled with a roaring fire - a fact uncomprehensible to any Non-Nocturnean.
Training the heavy weapon skywards towards the illuminated target, he waits for the Blood Angel to open fire, ready to catch the agile warrior in mid-air like the last one.
Rapidly Feliks readies the weapon to fire, "One Krak missile available, designate target, or assign alternate firer."
Knutr bends on his knee, trying to wear the just found weapons without the Hellions noticing. His plan is, when they're close enough, to throw the grenade and blind them, and then use the lightning claws to harvest death and gore among them.
"Sound advice brother, let us see if they can dodge this! With that, Cato fires a short burst at the hellion designated by Tiamat."
As the enemy closes in and the squad tightens the formation Vaylund breaks file and runs in circles to create more of a storm to shield his brothers. His psy abilities limited, the range of the storm can't protect them all while he's stationary, Vaylund concentrates to maintain his storm and time the enemies rush.
Keeping an eye on the enemy, Vaylund prepares himself to unleash a holy fire once they are within range.
Cohesion: 7/7
Squad Mode: None
Oath: Oath of Astartes
Finding the Crozius of his founding chapter halted him in his stride. He frowned and then whispered a prayer for the weapon and his fallen brother. He would honour them by defeating the Xenos filth and ensure that, given the chance, the crozius would return to the Fists. With that he raised to Crozius in defiance and waited at the onslaught to happen. He regarded his battle brothers and noted with a sense of pride the first casualty and blood drawn by his battle brothers. "Nice shot Brother Tiamat!"
Round 2
Hellions18 Having lost one of their number doesn't seem to faze the hardened Xenos gangers. They continue to dive at the party at an accelerated rate. They are now 100 meters away
They fire terror grenades into the party. They are surprised when their prey seems immune to their effects.
Knutr 13+ Arms his lightning claws
Cato13 The Hellion dances around the bolt shells in a grand display of aerial acrobatics. The crowd cackles and shouts with excitement.
Vorenthar13- Prays for the fallen. If the God Emperor heard your prayers, he has not yet replied.
Vaylund 12 Sustains his whirlwind of sand and death while positioning himself to face his on coming enemies.
Feliks 7 Readies his Krak missile loaded launcher
Tiamat 4 Timing his shot perfectly to Brother Cato, the Lascannon pierces through the body of the Dark Eldar and exploads his lightly armored Skyboard with ease. The explosion causes a gravitational anomaly for a moment that causes his wingman to make evasive maneuvers , the wingman wavers for a moment, but regains control quickly.
Hellions 18 The loss of their comrades takes its toll and the Hellions look to their leader for guidance. The leader yells something in a foul language The command is not understood through the chaos of the swirling dust cloud. The other three Hellions make a wild strafing run, flying fast and defensively as they are discouraged.
Knutr 13+
Cato13
Vorenthar13-
Vaylund 12
Feliks 7
Tiamat 4
Knutr tries to roll away from the shooting but, as he is getting accustomed to his new appendixes, he fails to do it in time. However, he doesn't seem to feel any pain - either his armour is too thick or the projectile is too subtle.
He stands again on his feet and readies himself to throw the grenade, but trying not to show it until the last second.
Tiamat clearly notices the exchange of the Xenos, and interprets it correctly.
He let his autosenses mark the Xeno Leader and sends a quick message and targeting information over the secure vox.
+++ Focus their Leader. Designated Target: Prime +++
Listening to what Tiamat said he gave the Salamander a nod and pointed him out to the rest of the team. Either someone would open up in hopes of taking down the leader, else the Templar would be ready for the option of an attack.
Hoping that the vile xenos would not easily dodge a missile, Feliks aims carefully at him before his finger depresses the firing stud.
As the tactic had worked previously, Cato tries it against the leader with another short burst, but he struggles to keep the agile xenos in his sights, as his magazine clicks empty.
1dos
Stowing his empty bolter he readies his chainsword.
"Stand ready Brothers, here they come"
Vaylund doesn't circle, letting the storm lighten, inviting the xenos to come closer, fooling them into thinking the window of opportunity would be now. He tries to redirect his focus inward but fails to reach the connection necessary.
Focus test WP 50+5 vs
Damn this collar, I will strangle the life slowly out of the xenos that bound me.
Round 3
Hellions 18 Moral: 1d100 ⇒ 76 The loss of their comrades takes its toll and the Hellions look to their leader for guidance. The leader yells something in a foul language Command: 1d100 ⇒ 91 The command is not understood through the chaos of the swirling dust cloud. The other three Hellions make a wild strafing run, flying fast and defensively as they are discouraged. They are 50meters away aprox
Skyboard Mounted Splinter pods: 1d100 ⇒ 26
1d6 ⇒ 1
Damage vs Brother Knutr: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 Pen 2 Roll Toughness Test for Toxin, can use Oolitic kidney to reroll if fail
Skyboard Mounted Splinter pods: 1d100 ⇒ 78
Skyboard Mounted Splinter pods: 1d100 ⇒ 96
Knutr 13+
Cato13 Brother Cato fires at a Dark Eldar Hellion, wounding it severly.
Vorenthar13- Delay
Vaylund 12 Struggles under his psy-disrupter
Feliks 7 Feliks' missile hits home and destroys the skyboard and rider utterly
Tiamat 4 Delay
-Now!
He regarded the uncomming helions, thumbing the power maul to life as he waited for one of them to come close, should one make his way near him and he would take a swing at the hellion and it's rider. The Templar was ready to bring down the wrath of the Emperor to the Xenos scum.
FP use for reroll
The agile Hellions are able to avoid Knutr's grenade and Vorenthar's attack.
Hellions 18 The leader calls out to the remaining Hellions and they form up for a coordinated attack with the commander in the rear of a reverse triangle. They swoop down and the front two break left and right making strafing runs, while the leader singles out one of the Astartes to be grappled by his snare net.
Both the strafing runs fail to hit anyone
Knutr 13+
Cato13
Vorenthar13-
Vaylund 12
Feliks 7
Tiamat 4
Knutr swears in silence at the xenos avoiding his grenade. The he realises he's the target of a stratagem to grapple him in a net, and tries to avoid it using his reflexes.
It seems Knutr is successful, but he's aware that the eldars have many tricks up their sleeves.
Hellions 18 [dice=Command]1d100 The leader calls out to the remaining Hellions and they form up for a coordinated attack with the commander in the rear of a reverse triangle. They swoop down and the front two break left and right making strafing runs, while the leader singles out one of the Astartes to be grappled by his snare net.
Feliks drops the empty launcher to the ground, sweeping his power maul up to the ready, cursing that he has no other ranged weapon.
Hoping that the vile xenos would not easily dodge a missile, Feliks aims carefully at him before his finger depresses the firing stud.
As the Dark Eldar are passing the group, the vicious servo arm on Tiamants back wirrs loadly and quickly expands full 1,5m from its socket, slamming into the foul Xeno machinery, ripping through the armor as if it was made of paper.
I, Pen 10
Knutr charges wildly, itching to try his new claws
-Dieeeee!!!!!!
=> 13 Right Arm
Pen 8
Feliks drops the empty missile launcher on the sand and brings his power maul to the ready. Once the Hellions are in range, he will swing at one without breaking formation; preferably the Hellion leader.
The xenos are too fast for Vaylund and bypass him before he could unleash his flames. With his axe at the ready, he takes a swing at one with an all out attack, at any one yet untouched by his brothers.
WS 50,All out +20, Master craft weapon +10 (80) vs
Pen 6 Felling (1)
Feliks drops the empty missile launcher on the sand and brings his power maul to the ready. Once the Hellions are in range, he will swing at one without breaking formation; preferably the Hellion leader.
Round 4
Hellions 18 Command: 1d100 ⇒ 26 The leader calls out to the remaining Hellions and they form up for a coordinated attack with the commander in the rear of a reverse triangle. They swoop down and the front two break left and right making strafing runs, while the leader singles out one of the Astartes to be grappled by his snare net. 1d6 ⇒ 1
wild fire from strafing runs: 1d100 ⇒ 70
1d100 ⇒ 72 Both the strafing runs fail to hit anyone
Grapple vs Knutr w/Gang up bonus from formation: 1d100 ⇒ 40 4 degrees of Success. Knutr give me an opposed WS roll
Knutr 13+ Escapes the snare net and charges his foe The Lightning Claws tear into the leader with surprising force. The Dark Eldar groans slightly, but grins with a blood stained face as he levels his Hellglaive against Knutr
Cato13
Vorenthar13- The vile Xenos dodges your attack
Vaylund12 Vaylund is able to capitalize on the Xenos that Vorenthar failed to hit and delivers a sharp cut to the bottom of its Skyboard. The Skyboard crashes and launches its rider into the sand aprox meters away.
Feliks 7 Misses with his attack
Tiamat 4 Tiamat destroys one of the flankers
Hellions 18 Hellion leader whirls his hellglaive around blindingly and goes in for a crippling blow to punish Brother Knutr
The Hellion that crash landed leaps up and draws a mean looking chain, like a linked sword connected with an unseen wire. He runs to support his leader.
Knutr 13+
Cato13
Vorenthar13-
Vaylund 12
Feliks 7
Tiamat 4
Knutr's eyes turn red as he faces the Hellions leader. All his rage and frustration discharge at once, trying to punish him for all that the Eldars have being doing to Knutr and his battle brothers.
The leader tries to knowck out Knutr, but he notices just in time and steps aside swiftly.
(Powerfield)
Knutr moves out of the weapon's way and profits from the gap in the Dark Eldar's defence, raking him with one of his claws.
=> Body
E Pen 8 Powerfield
Tasting blood for a second time, Knutr falls deeply into a killing frenzy and attacks reiteratively, letting all out for good.
-For Russ, for the Emperor and for everything!
-DIE!
=> 01 Head
E Pen 8 Powerfield
-YOU!
=> 29 Right Arm
=> Righteous Fury
=> +28=34 E Pen 8 Powerfield
-SCUM!
=> 08 Head
E Pen 8 Powerfield
Knutr's hair and beard are all red, and he is standing on the eldar's body, trying to catch his breath, when he suddenly raises his arms and shouts at everyone.
-YEAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Seeing the leader making his way towards the band of brothers he turns his head towards the Xenos scum and grins before making his way towards the leader and taking a swing with the Crozius.
Before Tiamat attacks the crash-landed helion with his servo arm, he takes a quick check of the battle field. "They cannot be so stupid, thinking we would go down that easily, could they?"
Unable to detect a thread and missing the quick Xeno with his attack enrages the cold thinking marine and a red glow of increasing insensitivity becomes visible behind the lenses of his helmet.
Feliks slips forward, slashing at the grounded Eldar with his relic blade.
Hahaha 8 dof
1dos
21R pen 3