Alrighty then, heres my attempt at a battle report. 750 pts, Trollbloods (Grim Angus) Vs Cryx (Skarr.. or whatever her name is)
Grim Angus eyed the shambling undead through the forest with disgust. He had been tracking this particular band of Cryx for a week now, as they passed through the Thornwood, and had decided on this area to face them off. He looked back on his warriors readying their weapons. Two groups of Champions had pledged their support, as well as a Troll Axer. Grim's own impalers had joined him for the fight, as well as his favorite Dire Troll, Blanka. The pygs, however, still had not shown. Their Sargent had assured him that his unit had a very unique way of dealing with the enemy, but the unit was still not in sight. Grim would have to make do without, however, as the Cryx battlegroup was closing.
Grim ordered the champions to the front, with the axer and mauler protecting the left flank, a stone wall protecting the right. The impalers took their position behind the line, as the cryxian infantry, at least 20 men strong, started towards them. They had moved themselves between a small thicket and another wall, and Grim decided to take advantage of the bottleneck. He ordered one unit of champions to run up to engage the infantry. Grim was confident the unit could take whatever the undead could deal them - their green skin was tougher than leather, and their armor was strong.
As a unit of Bane Thralls moved in towards the left flank, two Pistol Wraiths glided towards the champions. Grim moved into a small gap between the axers and champions, hefted his rife, lined the first up, and fired. The shot ran true, but the wraith's ethereal flesh reformed around the wound. Not to be outdone, however, Grim channeled the fury of the two impalers into a devastating trap, causing the wraith to burst into flames. It was a satisfying sight. The surviving wraith retaliated, pointing his own pistols toward grim. As the first shot flew over his shoulder, Grim swung his rifle around and fired, blasting the wraith between the eyes.
The other unit of champions was not having as much luck, as the unit of Bane Thralls collided with their line. Three of the champions fell to their blades in the first strike. The response was brutal, however, as the two remaining champions felled three of their number. The nearby axer, seeing the destruction of his like-blooded kin, let loose a mighty roar and ran into the bane thralls, swinging his axe in a mighty arc and slaying another three enemies in the one swing.
As the undead line started taking casualties from the champions, Grim heard the distinctive clatter of cavalry hooves. Looking to his right, he was appalled to see a grotesque parody of horsemen, 6 limbed beasts charging towards the right flank. As he communed with the impalers, intending to task them to the cavalries destruction, he noticed the ground churning in front of them. He watched as six pygmies clamber out of the rubble, level their slug guns, and fire on the unit. The cannons brought down two of the four abominations, and even caused one of the pygs to fall on his back from the recoil. This victory was short lived however, as the remaining cavelry brought down half of the pygs. The burrowers decided enough was enough, and turned tail to run.
The champions were making short work of the cryx infantry in the front, and had even brought down a Bonejack that wandered too close. at least half of the undead lay dead at the feet of the trolls. The cryx caster, deciding enough was enough, turned her forces to flee. Giving one last look towards Blanka as he meandered towards the fleeing undead, she attempted to bring it down, casting spell after spell. The beast roared in pain and was consumed by hellfires, but after the flames cleared, the beast was still breathing.
The cryx line finally broke, and the survivors ran towards a small valley. Grim smiled to himself - the units of Kriel warriors and Pyg Bushwackers he had sent down it to cut off the retreat would make short work of the Cryx.