WARP DAEMONS
The daemons reposition and advance, drawing some response fire that, this time, fails to kill any of them. Then they unleash hell with their warp bows, thrown pikes (which are just daemonic flavoured long-ranged weapons) and warp lances.
Four guardsmen are savagely cut down.
A true officer knows how to stay out of trouble and let the privates do the dying. The lieutenant leaps away from a shot that would've otherwise skewered him.
He jumped really far and ended up flying in through the window.
THE MANLY MEN
The rednecks execute the necromancer on the slope.
They then scale the hill. VIctory! King of the Hill!
Seeing the inquistadores in their way and trying to ignore them, the Manly Men take this as an insult to their manliness and brandish their chainswords as they charge forward, shouting the age-old manly battle cry of 'THAT'S MY TV SET!'
The inquistadores, having anticipated such a move, open fire, but surprisingly fail to kill any of the crazed lunatics charging towards them and are forced into melee combat. Mano à Mano!
Failed to do enough damage and summarily cut in half, you say? FFFUUUUU!
Yeowch! Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all.
Huzzah! The
OTC pulls through! Or cuts through, rather.
Manly Santa looks mighty disappointed in his own
OTC. Did that damn iceworlder procure him a deficient one?
Sorely displeased by the lack of carnage caused by him and his men, MS goes rummaging through his bag once again...
A-ha!
Heiho!
In his excitement, MS kinda throws the explosives all over the place, meaning he has no immediate use for them.
Miraculously, they don't explode... yet.
The gods have seen fit to not make them land in a big pile of minifigs. (Also yet.
)
So far Santa's gifts haven't had too much effect... except for a bad case of brown pants for some.
