Post by Fungus A on Mar 26, 2010 16:39:59 GMT
The baron chuckled, it was a wheezing laugh, his men joined in, they held up the squirming necron that they had just found trying to self repair. "We better put that in the back, dismantle it first, it'll be worth loads on the market!" He helped his men tear is to peices, it's horrible sunken eyes grew dimmer and it's hed tore off. The entire body began to flail erratically, hitting the large renegade guardsman on the head, he was hardly phased, he simply retaliated by tearing it's left leg off. They all worked together and threw it into a ditch, which they allocated thier loot pile. They disregarder the necrons advance for the most part, only a few necrons managed to reach the foot of the building and they were quickly destroyed by several stamping feet. The necrons the had destroyed were then thrown in the loot pile. They, without realising it, had developed a tactic of capturing necrons, emptying thier chest cavity and removing thier head disabled thier self repair systems and stopped them from 'Phasing out'. The baron personally took charge of dismantling the necrons, with his right hand he would hold thier head and with his left arm - which was armed with a powerfist - began to crush thier chest cavity. eventually, after about twenty five minutes, they had build up a three foot pile of broken necrons and they intended to carry them back to base with thier valkyrie and sell them. The baron looked suprised (Which is hard with a gas mask on) He had realised, they could take everybody back to thier camp and hold out against the necrons thier until they recieved support from thier respective armies. "Hey, you guys, I gots a plan, I take you guys back to base and we hold out until we get support!"...