The Avalonian forces knew how daunting the task ahead would be, but their devotion to duty outweighed their fears.
Warhead's army eagerly awaited the inevitable blood shed.
"Avalon forward!" shouted the General to his men.
The Avalonians and their gear advanced as quickly as they could.
Meanwhile, Warhead had plans of his own.
"Take this key master ninja. I shall partake in the blood letting." he said as he handed the key to the temple over.
The Spear Acolytes leapt down the cliff and landed safely. They assumed a defensive formation and prepared for the onslaught.
The Alien followers rushed forward, but weren't close enough to the turrets. They stopped on the cliffs and waited for the Avalonians to draw closer.
Warhead and his Axe Acolyte rushed forward, eager to join their comrades.
Beta Group 5 and Sky Marshal Myrna advanced. The Special Forces groups tried to pick off the aliens on the cliffs, but all of their shots missed. They needed to get closer.
The ninja commander and one of his men attempted to unlock the gate. They placed the key in the left hole and pressed the buttons on the lock. The pattern they pressed was: Yellow, Green, Orange then Red. The lock hummed for a moment, but soon stopped. The code did not work.
The ninja initiates rushed forward and knocked a pillar down. What could they possibly be planning?
The remaining ninja hopped onto a hover transport and went down the cliff.
They went behind the battlements and disappeared from Avalonian view.
The commander of the militia heard his men's fears. He thought of a way to rouse them.
"Sons of Avalon! I know the fear that sits in your hearts and I promise you that if you give in it will consume you! I was there when the Menggu first came to our world. I saw the destruction they wreaked upon us. But I was also there when Nagirrac lead us to victory! We all watched how quickly peace was made with our former enemies!
"Now we face a foe that refuses to look upon the kind face of peace! Our foe is an enemy to the kingdom that would usurp all power and enslave us! He has tried to corrupt our way of life, but we have been strong! I beg you, take this day, one more day, to resist again! Warhead will never have the crown and he will never take Avalon! Let us go forth TO VICTORY!"
Roused by the commander's words, the irregulars rolled a six. Six inches were added to their movement. They charged forth with hope shining brightly in their hearts.
They advanced the furthest of the Avalonian forces. A full 11 inches!
Two of Warhead's followers fired into the horde and killed two spear men.
Prussian Ghost Division moved in behind the Irregulars.
"0100001110001010101011111010100110001101010" said the Droid Commander to his torture droids.
A torture droid ran forward and took a hover transport to a squad. Five droids loaded up and prepared to deploy.
The ten inches of movement points for the sled were used up while the group attempted to reach the turrets. The two droids in front were able to lock on to some targets.
Two more militia men were gunned down.
The rest of the droids formed into squads and moved out.
END OF TURN 1