With the army at your back, you march to the south gate of Bechafen, the pale moon waxing high above, bathing the field with an eerie light. With shouts of ‘Sigmar! Ostermark! Bechafen!’ the army approaches the beleaguered city, the pall of smoke hanging over the city obscuring the moonlight only a little. The defenders on the wall hurl down insults, and whatever pass as blasphemies on this world, but even they pause a moment when they catch sight of you, the red eyed armoured giant marching at the head of the determined army. They start to call for archers then, and arrows rain down upon you, splintering as they hit your armour, or simply bouncing off, and you begin to smile. They don’t yet know the meaning of fear.

Ignoring the pitiful attempts to stop you, the army splits into two, one rushing to the walls with ladders, the other only a few steps behind you, ready to pour into the city when you cut down the gate. Not all the archers target you, some are clever enough to realise the army is the bigger threat and begin pouring fire into it, the cries of the wounded and dying Increasing your stride, you start to outrun the pitifully slow arrows, knocking a few out of the air when they are about to hit you. They call for crossbows, but it is already too late. When you are only a few metres from the gate you activate your sword, the energy field crackling as you raise it high and cut clean through the wood and metal, the wood bursting into flame on contact with the disruptor field. You then cut at the hinges, and the gate falls to the ground with a thud.

Raising your leg, you give the gate a kick, and it falls over with a groan, the screams of the unlucky on the other side cut short by its weight. Strange, for a moment those voices sounded different than you expected, but it is no matter. The Knights Panther and the Blazing Sun are already thundering past you into the city, lances catching out surprised cultists in the streets who were not expecting the gate to fall, not so soon. But they take it in stride, with shouts of “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!” they meet your allies head on and are quickly cut down. You are facing Khornates then. That is almost good news, for they are often as suicidally stupid as orks.