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The Angel Encarmine, after charging from above and finding his attack blocked, finds himself being savaged by the vicious creature, desperately parrying its horrible claws. He ducks the first claw, then furiously counters a second attack with the rending blade of his weapon, the Thirst beginning to take him.
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First attack misses Ardelan, second is parried and counter-attack with RF (35 damage before Toughness and Armour). It already parried my charge, so probably won't parry this.
Third attack hits Ardelan, after Armour and Toughness, he takes 3 damage.
After his brutal counter-attack, Ardelan takes a slight gash, then grimaces and flashes his teeth, the slight points of fangs visible to any nearby. He can feel the fury running through him, his tainted blood driving him to savagery.
The scent of the carnage below only serves to amplify the bloodlust in his heart, and he grips his chainsword in both fists, swinging it with a most terrible, unnatural strength, a strength that only an enraged son of Sanguinius could have.
Spoiler
Spending Fate Point to use Killing Strike, with an All-Out Attack. The Broodlord can't parry or dodge, but neither can I.
Using Blood Frenzy solo ability. Also using Feat of Strength solo ability. Using Red Thirst demeanour to give +10 to attack.
Attack TN 97 (WS 67 + 20 all out attack, +10 Red Thirst) (1d100)[89]
Damage: Using Feat of Strength and Blood frenzy, RF on 9 or 10. (1d10+17)[25] or (1d10+17)[19]
If do not cause RF, re-roll damage. (1d10+17)[22] or (1d10+17)[18]
Edit: 34 damage with Crushing Blow
Last edited by bluntpencil : 02-08-2012 at 06:39 AM.
Ivar smirks in amusement as the Genestealer wanders past him, his Camo-cloak rendering him next to invisible in the dimly lit vent. Carefully, he shifts his rifle to his left hand, drawing his pistol with his right. He waits patiently and with practised stillness for the xeno to look the other way. The moment it does, distracted by the battle being waged by the other Astartes, he strikes.
His pistol flicks up at the unaware xeno. A single breath to check his aim, the laser sight painting an insignificant red dot on the creature's skull, and the trigger is pulled. His shot is practically silent, particularly in the din of battle. The detonation of the bolt shell, slightly less so.
"Brother, want some fire support?" he whispers over the vox to Ardelan, seeing the assault marine struggling with the Broodlord.
Ardelan suppresses the fury and bloodlust raging through him and responds to Ivar in a barely controlled, clipped tone into his microbead as he battles the monster without and the monster within,
"Negative, I have it under control, Brother, thank you."
As soon as he deactivates the comm-link, though, he growls with a bestial fury, audible throughout the chamber. The communication thankfully serves to help him concentrate, holding the Red Thirst at bay, beating it into a more useful form.
Last edited by bluntpencil : 02-07-2012 at 10:57 AM.
Conall stood tall amidst the mewling, hissing xenos and almost smiled. Such was his lot, his destiny, nay his privilege ... to be where the fighting was thickest and surrounded by foes on all sides. However, this was different than other engagements he had been in. For one, these aliens were a new foe, one he had read about but never faced. Second, he had brothers all around, plenty of fight left in them.
With a surge of his genetically enhanced musculature, Conall turned his attention to the two beasts that seemed unaffected by the death of the Magos. With a burst of speed, he swung his huge blade at the monster, then reversed the stroke for another swing in the opposite direction, finally spinning back around for a third strike.
Spoiler
Lightning attack
Attack #1 (TN 54): (1d100)[82]
Attack #2 (TN 54): (1d100)[54]
Attack #3 (TN 54): (1d100)[62] Damage #1: (1d10)[2]+(1d10)[7]+18= 27R, Pen 2, leg
Damage #2: (1d10)[2]+(1d10)[4]+18= 24R, Pen 2, body Damage #3: (1d10)[3]+(1d10)[5]+18= 26R, Pen 2,body
Luck be a Lady tonight!
Or not ...
__________________ Training and work are limiting posting - apologies to all my games!
DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Its total carnage in the crampes space of the chamber. Outside the chamber where the crept out one narrowly avoids the servo arm even as its claws scratch harmlessly off the techmarine's heavy armour.
The stealer spins round clawing and aiming to savage the techmarine and tearing the marine's head brutally from his shoulders...
THe Devastater, cooly calm draws a bolt pistol and fires a single deadly hellfire bolt, the molecular toxins keyed to destroy the tyranide menace. The hissing and melting of the biotoxin leave's a stinking ruin where the genstealer's face and body where as the body dissolves slowly on the floor
Inside the chamber things are getting messy fast as blood and gore are scattered over a wide area. In the high reaches of the room there is a faint boom before fragments of xeno scatter down on the fighting as Ivar calmly blows the arm and most of the chest off the surprised genstealer.
Down on the ground its a different story...
Battling the Broodlord the Encarmine angel's counter attack is vicious slamming a crippling wound onto the huge monstrous Xeno though he cans ee the flesh reknitting even as the chainblade tears at the wound.
Its return attacks are brutally viscious huge claws tearing shreds off the walls and bulkhads as it attempts to rend the offending marine apart...
Broodlord's two parries (1d100)[21] and (1d100)[98] both TN 77
Oh yes... he's an official Deathwatch Elite
The Stormwarden wrapped around the horde and the twinned beasts is a massive engine of destruction even as the xeno dodges the huge 3m long plank of razor sharp alloyed metal. This does not deter them attempting to kill him... Both the elite and crazed ones...
Ardelan focuses, ignoring the pain as he bleeds onto the decking. His blood quickly congeals and closes his wounds, and he solemnly grits his teeth, taking control of himself and ignoring the adversity he has been put up against.
Spoiler
Triggering Stoic demeanour to heal wounds. (1d10)[2]
I assume that's a perfect way to improve the Stoic demeanour, so doubling effect. (1d10)[1]
No Xeno would prevent him from serving the Emperor. This so-called Broodlord would be wiped from the face of the Sin of Pride, if it cost Ardelan his life. Grimly ignoring its brutally savage attacks, not bothering to defend himself, he again concentrates on nothing but the attack, swinging his chainsword with deadly effect in both hands.
Spoiler
Spending a Fate Point to use Killing Strike with an All-Out Attack. It can't dodge or parry, neither can I.
(1d100)[49] TN 87
Damage (1d10+13)[18] or (1d10+13)[16]
Edit: 20 damage with Crushing Blow
In case of RF, extra d10s...
(1d10)[6] or (1d10)[1] (1d10)[10] or (1d10)[2] (1d10)[8] or (1d10)[5] (1d10)[2] or (1d10)[6]
His temper cooled, Ardelan accepts aid from his Space Wolf brother,
"Assistance required. On my target..."
Last edited by bluntpencil : 02-08-2012 at 07:12 AM.
The Genestealer down, if not dead, Ivar refocuses his attention on the larger battle. It may recover, but supporting his battle-brothers takes priority over making sure the xeno is down.
"Happy ta' oblige, Brother. For Russ and Sanguinius!" he voxes back with a grin. He weighs which weapon to employ. Yes, against an opponent as durable as the Broodlord, the terrible poisons of his rifle would be worth more than the added power of the bolt rounds. The pistol slides back into it's holster and he levels his rifle once more. The manoeuvre is an unthinking reflex by now. A single breath to steady his aim, then the pull of the trigger and the shot flies to it's mark. A slight alteration of his aim to avoid Ardelan is the only difference from the thousands of shots before it. His shots are lethal, and now, firing in aid of his brothers, he is determined this one shall be no different.
If Ivar fails to get the four degrees of success he needs for damage, he'll activate his Sons of Russ Demeanour, either adding the degrees of success he needs, or re-rolling the test if even that wouldn't be enough. I assume that providing fire support to a beleaguered battle-brother is a good candidate for the Improvement.EDIT Looks like he got it without having to use his Demeanour. Just wish there was a way to use Fate to improve damage.
BS 62 + Aim 10 + Accurate 10 + Short Range 10 - Shooting into Melee 20 = 72 vs (1d100)[11]
Damage (1d10+6)[3](9)
Accurate Bonus Damage (1d10)[7](1d10)[7]
Having slain the xenos that foolishly charged him, Brother Naaman turns his pistol to aiding the Tech-marine's fight, lining up his reflex sight before pulling the trigger.
Spoiler
Half actions Aim & Fire Hellfire Round
Pen4, ignores Natural Armour, RF on 9 or 10 (1d100)[22] TN 95 (65 BS + 10 Red Dot Sight + 10 Half Action Aim + 30 Point-Blank Range - 20 Target in Melee)
Damage: (1d10+11)[14] or (1d10+11)[17] Pen 4 no Natural Armour Left Arm.... Apparently Naaman likes dis-arming genestealers...
Status:
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Wounds: 15/21
Fate points: 4/3 - from armour
Ammo: 250/250 Heavy Bolter
54/60 Metal Storm (HB)
25/28 Hellstorm (Bolt Pistol)
The lightning quick attacks from the xenos caught Conall off guard. He was able to block one of the blows and avoid another, but two ripped into his Astartes armor, leaving a huge gash across his chest. Snarling, he brought his sword back around in a series of rapid slashes, trying to end the life of at least one of his opponents.
The battle continues unabated as Astartes and vile Xeno battle to the death, noble marine blood mixing with that of the vile xeno...
Outside the door the xeno twists and ducks wrestling the servo arm and spinning round just dodging the biotoxic hellfire round as it once more attempts to rip the techmarine into smaller pieces...
Inside the room the broodlord reels under the brutal onslaught from the Angel Encarmine as he retialiates brutally claws tearing through the thick ceramite like paper. The single shot ringing out is met with a twitch of the head as it dodges the bullet with its prenatural warp touched senses.
Sadly for the Encarmine angel the beast drives home its attack once more...
Spoiler
attack (1d100)[43]TN 77 damage (1d10+14)[17] PEN 4
attack (1d100)[62]TN 77 damage (1d10+14)[21] PEN 4
attack (1d100)[33]TN 77 damage (1d10+14)[20] PEN 4
Dodge (though you're not allowed are you with killing strike?) (1d100)[17]
Conall dodges and parries the swift attacks of the xenos, his barrage of return blows too much for the foul beast, even as it dodged the first two the 3rd, a viscious uppercut slammed into its arms severing both of them sending the remains exploding over the room.
The other one is not dissauded as it attempts to tear the marine apart.
Naaman
In an effort to distract the genestealer, the devastator closes in and fires again.
Spoiler
Half action move to melee to give the Makradon a +10 bonus for outnumbering.
Half action shot.
Hellstorm - Pen4, ignores Natural Armour, RF on 9 or 10 (1d100)[57] TN 75 (65 +10 Red Dot sight) (1d10+11)[15] or (1d10+11)[13]
15 Dam, Pen 4 Ignoring Natural Armour on the creature's right leg
Status:
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Wounds: 15/21
Fate points: 4/3 - from armour
Ammo: 250/250 Heavy Bolter
54/60 Metal Storm (HB)
24/28 Hellstorm (Bolt Pistol)
Ardelan, leaving himself open to a vicious assault, is struck three times by the Broodlord. It gashes a hole in his chestplate, then tears a tendon in his left arm, causing it to fall limp, if only for an instant, by his side. This is quickly followed up by a savage strike to his torso, knocking the Assault Marine to the decking of the walkway.
Blood coats the walkway around the Angel Encarmine. He knows he alone is no match for this beast, his warrior pride ashamed to admit this, wisdom and humility allowing him to realise that an escape may be warranted.
Lying on his back, looking up at the monstrosity, he draws a flame pistol from his side, spraying hot promethium in its general direction, forcing it to stall its attack, and then he rolls to his left, off the walkway, allowing himself to fall but a couple of metres before activating his jump pack to launch himself to safety.
Spoiler
Quick Draw, then firing hand flamer with left hand, chainsword still in right. Assuming that the Genestealer attempts to leave the hand flamer's area of effect, I can move and activate jump pack by rolling off the walk-way.
Conall grunted as one of the genestealer's before him fell. Spinning on the other, he side-stepped one of the arms and brought up his blade to catch the other. With a grim smile, lost behind his mask, he launched another series of attacks on the lone 'stealer.
Spoiler
Lightning Attack (TN 54)
Att 1: (1d100)[74]
Att 2: (1d100)[7]
Att 3: (1d100)[72] Dam 1: (1d10)[3]+(1d10)[10]+18 =
Dam 2: (1d10)[1]+(1d10)[5]+18 = 24R / Pen 2 / Head Dam 3: (1d10)[9]+(1d10)[2]+18 =
Praise the Emperor!
__________________ Training and work are limiting posting - apologies to all my games!
DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
"Bloody Pskyers" Ivar growls under his breath as he watches the Broodlord evade his fire. Irritated, but still focused, he lines up another shot. This one might actually take some effort to kill, he admits to himself, the Broodlord is unlikely to be felled in a single shot.
The routine is the same. The target falls into his sights, a single breath to steady his aim, then a quick pull of the trigger. This abomination cannot hold out forever.
Spoiler
Half-Action: Aim
Half-Action: Standard Attack
BS 62 + Aim 10 + Accurate 10 + Short Range 10 - Shooting into Melee 20 = 72 vs (1d100)[27]
Damage (1d10+6)[1](7)
Accurate Bonus Damage (1d10)[5](1d10)[9]
Just to check, DrK, but what size category is the Broodlord?
The last of the 2 stealers outside the room is torn apart by the Dark Angels, the hellfire round blowing its arm off in a shower of gore before the servo arm tears the vile creature's head clean off leaving it body twitching and dripping acidic ichor onto the ground.
Sadly for Conall his creatuer is too agile leaping within the reach of the claymore as it crawls and grapples the marine avoiding the blow that would have severed grox in half. Conall is forced back as the vile beast savages and tears at the ceramite plates of his armour...
Spoiler
Attack (1d100)[1] vs 66 damage (1d10+10)[14] PEN 4
Attack (1d100)[8] vs 66 damage (1d10+10)[19] PEN 4
parry the clawed beastie (1d100)[3] VS 51
THe broodlord poised on the cups of tearing the Encarmine Angel limb from limb tosses the marine a clear 3m backwards, the half ton marine slamming onto the deck plating. Before the Hulking broodlord can finish the job the assualt marine pulls his flamer and sprays a wall of burning promethium at the monster driving it backwards as it vaults over the catwalk landing on the floor beneath. Within seconds of landing its head snaps back, ichor pouring from a savage wound as a sniper round comes within mm of penetrating its brain.
Pausing only to give a baleful stare up at the Scout in his unssailable perch it dashes out of the wrecked doorway, out of Ivar's line of sight and hurtling int the suprised pair of Namaan and Makradon, still standing over the body of tow of its brood as it arrives in a beserk torrent of flesh and claws...
Spoiler
Charges out the room. Using a dodge to get an extra attack. 2 on each of Makradon and Namaan
Vs Namaan
Attack (1d100)[61] vs 87 damage (1d10+14)[16] or (1d10+14)[24]PEN 4
Attack (1d100)[84] vs 87 damage (1d10+14)[19](1d10+14)[23]PEN 4
dodge/parry (1d100)[42] Vs ~41
Vs Makradon
Attack (1d100)[40] vs 87 damage (1d10+14)[23](1d10+14)[16]PEN 4
Attack (1d100)[21] vs 87 damage (1d10+14)[24](1d10+14)[24]PEN 4
dodge/parry (1d100)[51] VS ~41
Naaman
Having just assisted in slaying the last of the genestealers, Naaman notices the rushing broodlord just in time to doge one of its claws, the wicked talons on the beast's appendage leaving a scratch down the armour covering his right arm. Reflexively he holds the trigger down on his bolt pistol, sending two rounds towards the genestealer's left leg.
Spoiler
And of course you remember it has tearing just in time to have it engage the two shotty Dark Angels that were left to fend for themselves by the plethora of assault marines Luckily 42 is my Agi, so unless it has some way of decreasing dodge, Naaman just manages to gets out of the way. Now to see what Hellstorm rounds will do to this thing...
Semi-auto burst Hellstorm - Pen4, ignores Natural Armour, RF on 9 or 10 (1d100)[59] TN 85 (65 + 10 Semi-Auto + 10 Hulking)
Damage 1: (1d10+11)[21] or (1d10+11)[19] Left Leg
Damage 2: (1d10+11)[14] or (1d10+11)[12] Left Leg
Total of 41 Damage (22 + 5 RF + 14) to its left leg, Pen 4, No Natural Armour.
Status:
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Wounds: 15/21
Fate points: 4/3 - from armour
Ammo: 250/250 Heavy Bolter
54/60 Metal Storm (HB)
22/28 Hellstorm (Bolt Pistol)
Having come close to being killed, only just escaping by firing his jump pack whilst prone, Ardelan stands, his magnetic soles clamping him to one of the room's walls, at least five metres up.
He takes a breath, and notes where his brothers in arms are, speaking to them via his microbead.
"Regrouping. Brother Conall, Brother Emascus, ready to attack on your signal."
Spoiler
Entering Squad Mode.
Last edited by bluntpencil : 02-14-2012 at 09:47 AM.
Conall frowned at the call to arms. He knew his brothers needed him, and here he played around with this lesser opponent. The latest blow had ripped through his faceplate and dug deep into his face ... a blow that would have left a lesser man dead or crippled, but served only to anger the mighty Storm Warden even more.
Blood in his eyes, Conall redoubled his efforts to kill the remaining genestealer.
Spoiler
Lightning attack (TN 54)
Att 1: (1d100)[89]
Att 2: (1d100)[58]
Att 3: (1d100)[87] Dam 1: (1d10)[4]+(1d10)[10]+18 =
Dam 2: (1d10)[9]+(1d10)[3]+18 =
Dam 3: (1d10)[6]+(1d10)[8]+18 =
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Y'all are better off attacking without me ... which once this single genestealer cuts me two more times, you'll be doing anyway. Damn, I freakin' hate this f(*&*king die roller.
Vitals:
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Guess I'd better start tracking! Looks like I'm not doing so hot!
Wounds: 4/21
Fate: 3
Parry/Dodge: 44/45
Initiative: 1d10+4
__________________ Training and work are limiting posting - apologies to all my games!
DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
It's scared now, Ivar notes as the Broodlord manoeuvres itself out of his field of fire. Could just be trying to lure me into reach though. An appreciative grin spread across his face. Clever b*****d.
Could move to provide fire support. That's the obvious thing to do. But one Brother is as good as another, and Conall looks to be having some trouble. He could move to support himself, or free the Storm Warden to do the same. Weighing the benefits of his possible actions, the Wolf Scout comes to a decision.
Tactically, the decision is clear. And just as much so, as a Son of Russ.
He adjusts his aim, focusing on the genestealer grappling with Conall. The ritual repeats. A single breath to check his aim and then, in that perfect moment, he pulls the trigger.
Spoiler
Let's give Conall a hand there.
Half-Action: Aim
Half-Action: Standard Attack at the remaining Genestealer.
BS 62 + Aim 10 + Accurate 10 + Short Range 10 - Shooting into Melee 20 = 72 vs (1d100)[90] (Re-roll in OOC thread)
Damage (1d10+6)[10]
Accurate Bonus Damage (1d10)[7](1d10)[4]
EDIT Activating Calculating Demeanor to re-roll that BS test there.
The stealer dodging and clawing at Conall begins to climb the towering Storm Warden, the long claws tearing and twisting at the assualt marine's helm.
THe pressure on his head fades as there is a faint pop before the shock of a massive slug tears the beast apart as it blows off Conall onto the deckplating.
The plasma silo is now eerily empty save for precious pools of Astartes blood and the shattered and eviscerated remains of dozens of genstealers. The last few weaker ones without the guiding nature of the magos either dying on the floor or a couple creeping into tiny vents and vanishing reverting to their simple feral bestial nature.
Outside the door the Broodlord glances around at the collection of marines slowly gathering around him. Smashing the bolt pistol away from his avoids Namaan's fire and as the techmarine disengages the Devastator is left in a poor position all along up close and personal with one of the most efficient killing machines known to the galaxy...
One down, Ivar notes the kill, one to go. Grinning, he nudges his vox on again for a little healthy taunting. "Hope ye' don't mind tha' assist there, Brother. Thought ya' might want ta' be taking on tha' big one instead".
Satisfied that nothing more can be done from his perch, Ivar drops out of his firing stance and vaults down on to the walk-way. Landing smoothly in a roll on the gantry below, he rises into a sprint, moving around the chamber until a clear line of sight opens to the the struggle in the next room.
"Brothers!" his voice booms over the vox, "Strike like tha' wolves o' Fenris! We'll bring tha' basterd down ta'gether!".
Spoiler
Want to know something nifty I found when reading the rules on entering Squad Mode as the mission leader? Once per mission, you can do it automatically as a Free Action, for you and everyone within support range.
(pg 228)
Free Action: Enter Squad Mode (Automatic)
Full-Action: Run
I'm assuming that Ivar can't get to a decent firing position that's also within support range of the others using only a Half-Action Move
The broodlord's claws rip into the Dark Angel's left leg, but he emits no cries of pain, his flesh knitting itself back together almost as fast as it was opened up. Luckily, this allows him to move just out of the stream of promethium the techmarine lets loose, firing another shot at the broodlord.
Spoiler
Rolling two sets, if the squad mode gets activated I'll just use the first and disengage, otherwise semi auto.
Semi-auto burst Hellstorm - Pen4, ignores Natural Armour, RF on 9 or 10 (1d100)[57] TN 85 (65 + 10 Hulking + 10 Semi auto) (1d100)[23] TN 85 (65 + 10 Hulking + 10 Semi auto) Whoops forgot I only roll once >_<
Damage:(1d10+11)[13] Or (1d10+11)[14]
Damage:(1d10+11)[21] Or (1d10+11)[13]
Right Leg, 37 Damage Pen 4, no Natural Armour.
Conall was surprised by the sudden release of pressure from his helmet, watching as the lifeless body slide off of him.
Hope ye' don't mind tha' assist there, Brother. Thought ya' might want ta' be taking on tha' big one instead." Conall snorted into the microbead. The old Wolf had most likely saved his life, so there was nothing but the comraderie of brothers in arms, and thankfulness for the assistance. "Nay," was the terse reply, but it was spoken with a complete lack of rancor.
At Ivar's call to arms, Conall nodded to himself, eyes finding the huge beast of a stealer that was currently attempting to slay another of his brothers. Cold rage filled the Storm Warden as he gauged the distance and almost smiled. Keying his mike, he issued his own call to arms.
"ASSAULT PATTERN ALPHA!"
Like a torrent of words from the taciturn space marine, Conall launched himself towards the broodlord with his blade held high.
Once Conall stood within the shadow of the xenos beast, he rose to his full height, pointed his blade at the monstrosity ... a clear challenge to one of the deadliest creatures in existence. Then, with lightning speed, he attacked again!
Spoiler
Activating Thunder's Call and challenging the broodlord (Free action); Lightning Attack (full round) (WS+hunter+oath+size=TN 74)
Att 1: (1d100)[71]
Att 2: (1d100)[5]
Att 3: (1d100)[31]
Dam 1: (1d10)[9]+(1d10)[7]+18 = 34R / Pen 2 / Leg
Dam 2: (1d10)[7]+(1d10)[8]+18 = 33R / Pen 2 / Head
Dam 3: (1d10)[7]+(1d10)[8]+18 = 33R / Pen 2 / Body
EDIT: Looks like I actually hit all five times (with a potential for knock down), so I'm hoping BL doesn't have five dodges/parries. But even if he did ... he don't any more!
__________________ Training and work are limiting posting - apologies to all my games!
DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
On hearing the call to arms from Ivar and Conall, Ardelan's face takes on a more serene appearance, calming himself of the previous rage that had enveloped him. He exhales slowly, then elegantly leaps into combat, his chainsword giving a high-pitched roar as it swings at the Broodlord.
After charging, he swings his chainsword again and again, attempting to tear the Broodlord apart with its rending teeth. In spite of his injuries, his face is a mask of serenity, cool and concentrated on the bloodshed at hand.
In spite of the fact that Sanguinius had never fought the Tyranids during the Great Crusade, for some reason this act of teamwork brings flashes of inspiration to Ardelan's mind, visions of Sanguinius fighting alongside his brothers against the most vile of monsters. A slight smile plays across Ardelan's lips as he tears huge chunks from the Broodlord's carapace. Brother fighting alongside brother. This was how it should be.
Spoiler
Charge attack. TN 77 (or higher if outnumbering, or prone opponent). Berserk Charge +20, -10 Fatigue. (1d100)[38]
Damage (1d10+15)[25] or (1d10+15)[22]
If do not get RF on Charge, re-roll (1d10+15)[19] or (1d10+15)[23] Got 27 Damage including Righteous Fury
Swift Attack 1
TN 57, maybe higher with outnumbering, or prone opponent (1d100)[30]
Damage (1d10+15)[21] or (1d10+15)[18]
Swift Attack 2
TN 57, maybe higher with outnumbering, or prone opponent (1d100)[28]
Damage (1d10+15)[16] or (1d10+15)[24]
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The broodlord rolls out of the ways of the flames from Makradon freeing Namaan who responds in seconds, the hellfire bolt shattering and partially dissolving the left leg of the vile monster.
The slight stumble is to be its undoing as within seconds Brothers Conall and Ardelan are upon it in a flurry of chain and claymore. Even the freakish more than superhuman strength and speed of the xeno quail in the face of the fury of the twinned assault marines.
The claymore bites deeply even as the sheer bulk of the Storm Warden slams the beast backwards the blade savages the Broodlord slicing off flesh and arms and legs even as the chainblade whirring its deadly siren song is buried to its hilt in xeno flesh...
The broodlord twitches a few more times before the claymore swings down with devastating force severing the massive toothed head even as the chainblade tears apart the massive alien 8 chambered heart...
The drip of blood, crackle of flames and whirring of chainweapons are now the only sounds in the blood soaked, body strewn plasma chamber...
Spoiler
8 hits for the win. Faith of the Emperor favours the assault marines.
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Luckily 42 is my Agi, so unless it has some way of decreasing dodge, Naaman just manages to gets out of the way. Now to see what Hellstorm rounds will do to this thing...
