Post by DukeMantis on Jan 24, 2013 7:45:47 GMT
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...And so it was the Tyranid swarms broke upon the human lines, a relentless storm with unslakeable thirst. Each wave of claws and teeth crushing, maiming, killing. Inch by bloody inch the soldiers were mauled, the battlements overcome and once mighty war machines churned to dust. With victory close at hand and the last Imperial Guard tanks surrounded; the monstrous Trygon lead a horde of lesser aliens towards the final outpost. Jaws agape and leaking virulent toxins, the collosal snake sniffed the air, sensing the presence of its master - the Hive Tyrant.
The blue flash of a power weapon. A bestial howl of anguish in the distance, followed by a crippling shockwave of psychic force. As one the huge insectoid army swooped and scuttled, lumbered and lurched - closing in on the center of the mind-blast. They sensed their master was in peril. The Trygon led the way, its huge rattle-tail twitching in outrage as it slithered over the shattered ground.
Four diminutive figures emerged to face them. No constructs of steel were these, no armoured space marines... they were but men.
Flesh and blood. Salt and steel. Under a ragged banner they stood with bayonets to the fore.
The flag hung lank and sodden about its iron pole, bloodied and blackened by fire. The brazen humans gave the alien behemoth pause, its obsidian eyes widening to survey them - confusion flooding its mind as its synaptic rhythms were disturbed. One of the small human creatures stepped forward towards the beast and hurled something large and fleshy across the broken earth. The severed head of the Hive Tyrant; supreme ruler of the numberless swarm, mis-shapen by a horrendous uppercut to its jaw. The rolling chunk of cauterized meat came to a halt before the snake-demon, whose gaze was drawn to it for the faintest moment. Almost immediately its attention snapped back towards the humans at the sight of movement on its peripheral. It hissed and tensed to spring its attack.
The man with glowing blue hands had stepped forwards. The Trygon sensed danger there, and faltered. Something deep within the memory of Hive Fleet Mantis tugged at its addled mind... the monster experienced dread for the first time.
The human yelled one word, loud and hoarse it rang out, straining to the limits of both lungs and breath. As the cry echoed across the battlefield the winds came high and strong. The tattered colors caught the breeze, dipping and roiling in the cold dawn light to reveal its proud heraldry...
Wings of steel. A throne of gold.
As one they charged the beast.
''CADIA!''
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So yeah i lost this game by one point, my first loss since starting tyranids nearly a year ago now - with the guidance of the hive.
It was big guns never tire and i forgot to run my tervigon into scoring range, so a tank of his claimed a crucial objective... that sounds kinda meh but it was really a footnote in what was otherwise an absolutely amazingly fun game. The story above highlights the fact a plain old group of guardsmen survived three rounds of combat with my flyrant, killed it with double powerfist then beat down my trygon prime
Memorable stuff, a good gaming session!
Hope you enjoyed the read
...And so it was the Tyranid swarms broke upon the human lines, a relentless storm with unslakeable thirst. Each wave of claws and teeth crushing, maiming, killing. Inch by bloody inch the soldiers were mauled, the battlements overcome and once mighty war machines churned to dust. With victory close at hand and the last Imperial Guard tanks surrounded; the monstrous Trygon lead a horde of lesser aliens towards the final outpost. Jaws agape and leaking virulent toxins, the collosal snake sniffed the air, sensing the presence of its master - the Hive Tyrant.
The blue flash of a power weapon. A bestial howl of anguish in the distance, followed by a crippling shockwave of psychic force. As one the huge insectoid army swooped and scuttled, lumbered and lurched - closing in on the center of the mind-blast. They sensed their master was in peril. The Trygon led the way, its huge rattle-tail twitching in outrage as it slithered over the shattered ground.
Four diminutive figures emerged to face them. No constructs of steel were these, no armoured space marines... they were but men.
Flesh and blood. Salt and steel. Under a ragged banner they stood with bayonets to the fore.
The flag hung lank and sodden about its iron pole, bloodied and blackened by fire. The brazen humans gave the alien behemoth pause, its obsidian eyes widening to survey them - confusion flooding its mind as its synaptic rhythms were disturbed. One of the small human creatures stepped forward towards the beast and hurled something large and fleshy across the broken earth. The severed head of the Hive Tyrant; supreme ruler of the numberless swarm, mis-shapen by a horrendous uppercut to its jaw. The rolling chunk of cauterized meat came to a halt before the snake-demon, whose gaze was drawn to it for the faintest moment. Almost immediately its attention snapped back towards the humans at the sight of movement on its peripheral. It hissed and tensed to spring its attack.
The man with glowing blue hands had stepped forwards. The Trygon sensed danger there, and faltered. Something deep within the memory of Hive Fleet Mantis tugged at its addled mind... the monster experienced dread for the first time.
The human yelled one word, loud and hoarse it rang out, straining to the limits of both lungs and breath. As the cry echoed across the battlefield the winds came high and strong. The tattered colors caught the breeze, dipping and roiling in the cold dawn light to reveal its proud heraldry...
Wings of steel. A throne of gold.
As one they charged the beast.
''CADIA!''
------------------------
So yeah i lost this game by one point, my first loss since starting tyranids nearly a year ago now - with the guidance of the hive.
It was big guns never tire and i forgot to run my tervigon into scoring range, so a tank of his claimed a crucial objective... that sounds kinda meh but it was really a footnote in what was otherwise an absolutely amazingly fun game. The story above highlights the fact a plain old group of guardsmen survived three rounds of combat with my flyrant, killed it with double powerfist then beat down my trygon prime
Memorable stuff, a good gaming session!
Hope you enjoyed the read
