Got in 2(!!) games of 40k against the Cub post-Christmas, one at home, one at the G-dub, and both were a grand time.
First game was 500 points, on our somewhat small and terrain-lacking table at home. Guess we'll need to look into some terrain options soon ;)
|View from the right flank. I think the deffkoptas had already blown up the razorback at this point.|
The game was pretty straightforward. Cub didn't seem too concerned with the whole "capture the objectives" aspect of the game, opting instead to charge forward everything that didn't carry a heavy weapon on foot.
|On the left, a mob of shoota boys and the warboss engage the Chaplain and a combat squad. On the far left, the Shoota Nob fights a challenge with the veteran sergeant.|
|The Chaplain who wouldn't die.|
This gave Cub the time to throw some more units into the meatgrinder, including his dreadnaught.
|Grist for the mill.|
Meanwhile, the deffkoptas and bikes engaged.
|Battle of the skirmishers.|
In the Big Barny, the dreadnaught and second wave of marines accounted for some orks, but the warboss managed to get in position against the dread.
|Comin' tuh getcha!|
|Think I might break down, and paint the 'boss soon. Note the Chaplain at the bottom, still swinging.|
Once the warboss got stuck in, the fate of the dread was pretty much sealed.
|List of rejected names for the dread': Bob, Fred, Fluffy.|
The Chaplain finally went down under the green tide, and the orky survivors piled into the 'copta / bike duel.
|Not long now.|
But that's for next time ;)