Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150429173912/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150502180721

A storm vandal stood over the corpses of two others, surrounded by a half circle of vandals and dregs. As he bent down to retrieve one of his shock blades from the corpse of one of his rivals, a shrapnel launcher still clutched in its twitching grasp, he surveyed the crowed. "Be there no more amongst thee to challenge me?" Of those among the crowd, the dregs had no right to challenge him, and the other vandals were either content with their positions, or scared into submission. "Then I claim the title of captain and pikemaster as my own." A slightly older vandal approached the group, wire rifle in hand. "The cabal retreat as thou fight." The new captain faced the sniper and spoke to all who were gathered there. "The previous pikemaster was a fool; He didst believe our foe to be idiots. I shall not repeat that mistake. Deactivate the beacons, remove the charges, and make ready to set out." The fallen set to their tasks and were gone from the valley in under an hour.