Boom!
Clash!
Bam!
Boom!
Clash!
Bam!
Surrounded. Guns, everywhere. C'tan Shard of the Night Bringer not too far in front, just within range to shoot and rapidly approaching. Necrons to the left of them. Scarabs to the right. Daemon Prince behind. They were surrounded.
They had no idea of where to go from here. Long story short, they were screwed. I mean, where else could they go from here? All other possible options had been exhausted. There was nowhere to go from here. They may as well just roll over and accept their fate.
Guns sounded, loading all around them. Machines clanged and whirred; trucks clicked and clacked along the ground; swords swooshed to the ready. Their defeat was prepared and ready. Any moment now. Three...two...one...
Suddenly, a huge Squiggoth charged into the battle, backed up by an army of gretchin, lobbing rocks and logs and small trees, coming to the rescue. The chaos increased, growing louder and louder, deafeningly loud, but this time, the chaos was good. This time, it was their only route to escape. Once again, they would run free.
