The ranger blocked the first blow behind his back...
... and the next one as well.
Urban Guard
Lieutenant: "For the Empire!"
The men roared along with him, encouraged to strike harder the next time they would get a chance.
The guard and his newfound friend were encouraged as well, but they moved slightly slower with the armour they were wearing.
Dwellers
The healer shook his staff once more...
This time with succes; one of the few still salvageable soldiers was healed.
The Ranger dispatched another Shade.
The last remaining Shade used one of his more useful powers to pull his fallen companion's weapons towards him. (I decided to play out the rest of the fight to finish up what would otherwise take a couple of very short turns).
He feigned an attack with one blade...
And then struck with the other. The Ranger was killed!
The healer was next.
Or not.
The rest of the fight:
The fight was pretty uneventful due to low damage rolls while I was hoping to liven things up with a double-blade wielding ninja kicking ass before being killed, but it wasn't to be: the cavalry finally arrived.
He stood no chance.
Final overview.
Aftermath
Lieutenant: "So, what were those creatures, and more importantly, who are you?"
Healer: "They were undead. We suspect they may have created an unholy alliance with the Bulls, although we can't be certain at this time. As for me, I'm a Dweller. For generations, we've lived in the forests beyond the Kingdom's borders, fighting Bulls, undead and other horrors. Now, we've decided we need to unite against this threat."
Lieutenant: "Why didn't you warn us? We could've worked together a lot sooner!"
Healer: "That would've been problematic. We were banished. We're descendant from the Ghost Foxes, the border guardians of old, and-"
Lieutenant: "Ghost Foxes?! You bastard! I ought to skin you alive! You're one of those deserters who refused to join the war against Kerrat!"
Healer: "Calm down! If we don't stand together now, we'll all be lost! Your knowledge of history is admirable, lieutenant, but you don't seem to know the whole story. We deserted only because we saw the bigger threat: the undead. If it wasn't for our efforts, their horde would have become during that war. Now, against this new storm, we'll try to clear our name - even though we believe we've done nothing wrong."
Lieutenant: "Ok, I will trust you... for now. The truth behind your words will reveal itself later."
Healer: "A wise decision. The Bulls are approaching your border. It's all just beginning."
Conclusion: not a total defeat for the undead strike force because they managed to do a decent amount of damage to the armoury, but with all of their enemies dead and a decent number of survivors the Urban Guard is of course more victorious. The next battle should be bigger.
