TURN Three - Eldar: The wraithlord stomped forward, crushing bodies under its feet as it issued forth with twin gouts of flame that seemed to have little effect. Behind the wraithlord lurked the avatar, biding its time until the enemy was in reach of the Wailing Doom.
Having regained control of their wave serpent, the howling banshees landed and emerged from the hatch, receiving the gift of Fortune from the farseer as they came near. A bright lance shot streamed from their serpent, eliminating one of the sisters in the frontal resistance.
Meanwhile, the vyper succeeded again at landing another round of starcannon shots, this time dropping yet another one out of the front line of sisters. As the dire avengers clambered back on board their serpent to avoid further confrontation with the seraphim, it shot its bright lance and downed one more sister like an armored domino.
The rest of the frontal resistance was eliminated by the dark reapers, whose accurate firing silenced three more sisters whose bodies fell perforated and scorched near the wraithlord’s feet.
The howling banshees dashed over the graveyard walls with frightening acrobatic grace, emitting ghastly wails as their power weapons hacked through the ceramite-clad sisters with little effort. The entire squad was butchered in the advance of the banshees, as in the blink of an eye--extremities and blood left their owners faster than breath could be exhaled. The banshees, armor now pinked with gore, entirely smashed through the left flank.
Meanwhile the somewhat slower wraithlord picked one sister up from the ground and crushed her in its grasp, while it backfisted another through the cemetery wall.
TURN Three - Sisters of Battle: Both the canoness and her retinue, and the dominion squad arrived in their battered rhinos, immediately bailing out as they quickly observed that more than half of their order had been slain.
The remaining sisters within the graveyard rapid fired into the banshees, who nimbly dodged out of the way or ducked for cover behind a nearby headstone. Only one was caught in the blaze, who then slumped over the arm of a crucifix-shaped stone.
The multimeltas completely missed the wraithlord, which was now in their midst, however the meltaguns of the dominions blackened the undead creation, and the canoness’ plasma gun liquefied the front half of its head. Dinin staggered about, kicking over tombstones like they were wooden shingles, and finally teetered over with a thud and clatter.
The seraphim swooped into the graveyard, peppering the banshees with blessed rounds. Divine guidance again was with them, as six banshees were methodically cut apart by the saintly shells. Using the impetus of their charge, the seraphim assaulted the banshees. Making the mistake of overconfidence, the lead seraphim was cleaved in two at the waist in mid-flight by a banshee scimitar crackling with energy. In return, one banshee’s head was crushed in by a stiletto boot heel. Losing moral high ground, the banshees fled back over the wall of the graveyard with the seraphim unable to pursue. The sisters had retaken the objective!