TURN TWO- Dark Eldar: The Reavers soared up the wall of a nearby bluff, and set their aim on the Death Jester below. The two mounted blasters were triangulated on the shifting target. As the Jester nimbly stepped out of the way of the first shot, he waltzed into the sights of the second shot that ended his performance with a dizzying kaleidoscope of crackling energy fields and (literally) sizzling theatrical attire.
Another Death Jester was covered from head-to-toe in an acid stream from the obscene lip of a Haemonculus' Destructor. Valiantly, the Harlequin tried to return fire, but could not separate the molten Bright Lance from his burbling flesh. The Talos' Stinger fired wild in the night, along with the random shots of the Warriors as the darkness kept them squinting for targets. As the Great Harlequin motioned the Troupes to advance from behind their cover, he gave his position away to the gunner on the bow of a nearby Raider. A globe of disintegration encircled him and left behind a fused mass of bone and steel that struck the ground like a hollow fungus-covered log.
The Grotesques piled out of the Raider, and lurched towards the Venom that attracted their attention with its bright coloration. They hurled themselves onto the craft, weighing it down and rocking it back and forth like rioters. One inserted its pustuled hand in a turbine, fouling and stopping it as the Grotesque yelped in ecstacy from the self-inflicted amputation. Unable to remain airborne, the small craft was sundered as its occupants leapt out. One died, pulled apart by the fiercely-strong Grotesques, and the Shadowseer was also wounded in his exit.
On the other side of the battlefield, the Solitaire was surrounded by the Warriors who seemed unable to touch the martial expert despite the fact that they utterly outnumbered him. With a quick dance-like spin, the Solitaire unleashed the sick horror of his Kiss and spilled open the wine-filled bowels of two Warriors, and deprived two others of legs. The few remaining Warriors continued to hold their ground in the path of such liquifying adversity.
TURN TWO- Harlequins: Disoriented, but not demoralized, the Harlequin Troupe that bailed out of the failed Venom moved to engage the Grotesques, as the other Troupe moved in from their position behind a rocky outcropping. The unnerving sound of Phase Fields filled the air as several Death Jesters took preternatural strides to get into better firing positions.
The Shadowseer reached into his robes and withdrew a crystalline pistol that scintillated like a perfect prism as it tore open the minds of the Grotesques and the Raider pilot. The Disruptor damaged the already-frail psyches of two Grotesques and shook the Raider and temporarily numbed them from firing. A Death Jester teleported to the side of the confounded skiff, and sliced it in half with a magnesium-white shot from his Bright Lance--cursing his foul kin for taking the soul of their Great one before he even had a chance to perform in the combat.
A second Death Jester materialized before the Ravager that lurked in the darkness for its opportunity to fire. The Harlequin grinned as the look of shock spread across the faces of the three gunners. A blinding shard of light issued from the elongated barrel, blasting clean through the armored bow of the weapons platform and bringing it to the ground. As the three gunners tried to escape into the shadows, three tiny pulses of light from the formidable weapon rendered them into reeking powder.
The Solitaire cracked his monofilament whip like an offworld wrangler, removing the side of one Warrior's face and literally pulling the legs out from under a second target. With a spray of fluids, it neatly retracted into its holster as the enemy warband decided to retreat. As they ran, the Solitaire effortlessly cut them down and charged into the other cluster of Warriors supporting the broken line of defense.
The Shadowseer drew his Riveblades and tore into a Grotesque with such intensity, that he was able to step through the victim's body as it sloughed apart in segments to the ground. Strangely, the marvelous fabric of the Seer's clothes did not catch a drop of the Grotesque's blood, despite the sheer volume of it that was airborne. The supporting Harlequins hacked down another Grotesque and wounded a third. The pitiful creatures seemed almost appreciative of the new and interesting forms of pain. Tain Gormere managed to gut the Troupe Leader with his scissorhands before panicking and being sliced to ribbons as he turned to run.
