*Irlven
*Heavy 2
*Prom
*Thug 2
*Thug 3
*Thug 4
*Chalchuitlicu
*Kalta
*Deacon
Irlven:Irlven whispers the Litany of Ignition, clearing his mind of vanity and sin that his holy gun might unjam.
BS: 33/35(-10 Guarded Action)(= 25) = 2 DoF
The machine spirit of his autogun has found his faith wanting. It stubbornly remains jammed.
Heavy 2:The second heavy howls, and though the sound is dimmed by Hush's silence, the fury about the brute is palpable. He charges for Kalta! He leaves a cloud of snow and mud behind his heels as he runs diagonally from his cover, and straight towards her in the last four meters. He raises his chainaxe in bestial glee.
WS: 32/34(+20 Charge)(= 54) = 3 DoS
Dodge: 83/32 = 6 DoF
She attempts to dodge out of the way, but the fiend finds purchase on Kalta's left arm! He revs his wicked weapon, and tears into Kalta!
(Rolled a 1 and an 8 for damage; since chainaxes have Tearing, they use discard the lowest die.)
Damage: 8+8 R (+2 Crushing Blow) = 18 R
Reduction: 3(TB)+4(AP)-2(Pen) = 5
Final Damage: 18-5 = 13
(Correct me if I'm wrong, but I assume critical damage works like this: 13 damage - Kalta's wounds of 11 equals 2 points of Critical Damage?)
With a vicious swipe, the chainaxe gorges itself on Kalta's arm, blood spewing forth from the weapon's ravenous chains. Her screams are unheard in the unholy silence. She drops her long-las, her arm ruined by the barbaric axe. She suffers 1 Level of Fatigue.
The heavy slaps his chest, singing evil praises to his unholy masters.
It is Prom's turn.