OOC - Damn it. I typed out this long thing, and Explorer crashed, and it's gone. *sigh*
Vek blinks, then shakes his head, muttering something about the "damned elves and their damned magic". Reloading, he yells at the Sergeant. "Have some of the men pour the Boiling Oil, and have the rest stand ready to repel the elves as they come up the wall. Remember to keep your shields up. Those repeater crossbows can fire quick, but they have all the strength of a Lasgun shot." The Sergeant cocked his head to the side quizzically. "A what, sir?". Vek hesitated, then sighed. "Never mind. Just keep those shields up." "Yes sir", and the Sergeant was off, barking orders to his men.
Vek turned, and noticed the Cold Ones coming through the smashed gate. Yelling over his shoulder to the handgunners: "Right! One last round at the Knights! Aim....FIRE!"
Again, the crack of a handgunner volley. Again, 7 Elves are pitched from their mounts, dead.
Vek smilied grimly. That just about evened up the numbers, Knight vs Knight. It was up to the Empire Knights and Infantry now. Having finished reloading his Hochland, Vek turned his attention back to the Noble BSB. He, and the unit, had stopped marching. Vek once again compulsivly cleaned his Hochland lens, then sighted in on the Noble. He centred the crosshairs on the Noble's forehead, but, remembering the magic, decided to try a different shot. He moved the crosshairs over the pole that the Noble was holding, that had the Banner attached to it. He knew this shot was going to be difficult, but there was no better target at the moment. He muttered a quick prayer to Sigmar, and gently pulled the trigger...