| Battle Report by Sir Culius Witchunters v. Sisters of Sigmar I lead my men into Mordheim for two reasons: deprive all heathens of the valuable wyrdstone they finance their evil machinations with, and to divest as many of those aforementioned heathens of their lives as possible. When our scouts came across a band of the miserable, slut sisters who falsely claim to worship Sigmar, I thought to do my duty and denounce their sins and bring swift justice to the scene. I sent my band in a two front maneuver with my second in command of the left and myself in command of the right, leaving our elven archer a clear front of either covering or attacking fire from a center position. The filthy whores had a surprise planned for us, however, and no sooner had my left flank begun their assault (designed on knocking off the strumpets' leader), then reinforcements arrived behind our group and had taken out our only effective ballistic piece. Once my second's group was without covering fire, they resorted to a valiant charge with weapons raised in glorious salute to the justice of Sigmar. The tricky little strumpets retaliated with cowardly slings rather than face the onslaught, downing one of our devoted followers and continuing to fire upon him in yellow fashion once he was laid low. With two men down and foes to the front and rear of us, I knew the moment had come for a quick strike and retreat, and sent my two spearmen through a window to carry out my thoughts. Arriving simultaneously, they struck down one of the foe's mightiest champions with a single mortal blow, but were then taken from behind by the bullets and whip of another reviled dominatrix in saints clothing. We retreated from the field in good fashion, knowing that although we'd left a brave comrade on the field, his death had come at a very dear price to the slippery-sluts of Sigmar! |