The Warmaster heaved himself to his feet. The Emperor protects, surely, he thought. His most recent foe was dead. The mass of muscle, claws, and chitin still twitched as a brief glance across the battle field crushed his spirit. The unending tide of bio-creatures covered the landscape as far as the eye could see. His forces would not be able to hold the Cordon. Even now, reports were coming in across the vox: the civilian transports were over run. The Tyranids have taken the planet.
Suddenly, a hand was upon his gorget – roughly spinning him around. Outrage turns to horror as the face of the Warmaster’s equerry breaks into his awareness. His equerry was dead. Slain by the bio-creatures. With a sudden lurch, like a damaged automata, the corrupted body crashed against the Warmaster. With an inhuman strength, the abomination ripped out the Warmaster’s throat.
Greetings! I know it’s been WAY too long since the battle, but I figured I’d share the outcome. The Tyranids and their zombie allies took the day. Whilst the Imperium fought valiantly – holding their deployment zone for the bulk of the day they were not able to stem the advance of the Tyranids.
Just to mention: the lil’ blurb above represented one of my favorite parts of the game: Aaron’s Warmaster (Horus! Bwahahahahaha) was in a massive combat with a bunch of zombies and some Tyranid monstrous creatures. Horus slew everything except two zombies. Of course, with the one and only attack the zombies made that connected, they dropped him to zero wounds – thus slaying the Imperial warmaster.