First I’d like to thank everyone who assisted me with the other 4/4/4 list we built last month.
Below is the brief highlight of a battle far too cunning and multi-faceted for a full report. We love the victory conditions in M.C., and in this game they were especially entertaining.
Through the haze of acrid mist, stomping over rusty barrels and piles of twisted metal, a lumbering Gommorian Emasculator dodged shells as skilled rangers fired from a distance. Breaking through the wall of a ruined Triage Center, he turned to face his foes. Across the field of industrial waste, the Capitol troops began to scatter for ideal cover, prepared for a difficult fight.
He spotted the first free marine as the young man dodged from a pit, readying his weapon. With a slam of the Gammorain hammer, the capitol trooper flipped into the air, landing upside-down with the sickening thud of a broken neck.
Another suddenly burst bravely toward the Emasculator, unloading clip after clip at the beast at point blank range. The Algeroth screamed in rage as his left arm disintegrated to the elbow, nothing but a shrapnel clustered stump. Further ballistics penetrated the fat of his side. He brought the hammer down into the trooper’s chest, caving him in and sending rangers retreating in panic.
Across the field an Ezoghoul, wet skin glistening with a sleek aura of magic and pestilence, charged from behind a large wall. A lone Banshee sgt had landed in a critical area, gathering important command documents and folding them into a field bag. With the demon upon him, only by slipping to the ground in pure accident did the frightening sword pass cleanly over his head. Leaping into the air with his jet pack, he unloaded into the monster, unholy blood spurting from its neck as respirator tubes flew disconnected. Another capitol ranger closed in, and with one precise shot dropped the Ezoghoul to the ground, lifeless once again. A 100 yards away, through the red haze, a half dozen Necromutants appear.
At the triage center, a badly wounded Emasculator stabbed 3 syringes of adrenaline into his neck, while stuffing antibiotic soaked bandages into the open wounds of his side. He picked up a cauterizing pack and sealed the blood from his arm in one motion. Raising his hammer with one huge hand, he gazed upon the field of targets, mere humans panicking at his silhouette against the poisoned sky…