Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150429173912/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150430154723

(Tis fine.)

The pikes raced past the artillery pits, their riders focusing their fire on the off-guard troops before tossing shock grenades at anything exposed as they passed. Firing mechanisims, targeting computers, exposed munitions, and unarmoured supports were damaged or destroyed by the fallen as they cut down the few confused troops that stood in their way. Those cabal still standing weakly attempted to rally, a centurion blasting a vandal apart with a lucky volley of projection rounds before his shield was downed, and his head was lopped off with a shock blade by the captain at the head of the charge. When they passed the last of the pits, the pikemaster barked an order, and without hsitation, the pikes turned sharply to the left, leaped over the trenches, and dissapeared into the blinding snow, their cloaks whipping behind them, marked in the colors of the storms.