Then a full Tyranid force descended upon it. From humongous monsters to lowly hordes, it took them all on, and finished them in good time. Yet their numbers certainly took a toll, and while it showed no ill constitution, its will was corroding within.
Then came the Sanguinary Guards. Their armour and spears had at it, and its blunt fortitude could take no more. Ultimately their wings became its undoing, shattering its will, and breaking its impossible spirit.
To which I say... "DAMNIT!"
War is hell bro.
ReplyDeleteWargaming is the seventh hell to the pocket hehhe
Hobby amputations are so sad... :(
ReplyDeleteWell thankfully it wasn't the bristles that were amputated. :D
ReplyDeleteI was able to repair my brush with superglue and green stuff. It's back to work for now, doing up my Golden Army.