I should also include that my teeth were severely kicked in by the end of the game. Curb stomped or "smiley" would be an accurate description.
I deployed in an even line with jezzailachis on hills in my deployment corners with good lines of sight. I placed my plague monks between my 2 big Clanrat blocks as their relic banner could potentially stop an all out rout spreading through my lines.
Everything was going fine until my rat ogres failed their charge by a 1/4 inch, they now sat before a pack of trolls lead by a wizard.
You can see them unformed in the top right.
I then had to pull my wizard out of his unit (he had aura of protection and hammer hand up) and then cast flight in order to intercept a unit of Wulfboyz from flanking me. What should've been a 1 turn combat turned into a 3 turn engagement, at this point I knew I was doomed, I had no way to get him back where I needed him to cast wind blast and tie the giant up for awhile.
My opponent then scored a direct hit with his man mangler on turn 3: 16 Clanrats dead, panic test, which I passed surprisingly. On his next turn he did 16 wounds to my plague monks with another direct hit.
This is the photo which really sums the game up for me. Top left: Fancy pants lvl 20 hero with his parasitic blade and magically inscribed armour fails a cool test in the giant's charge and legs it off the table sharpish.
At this point I conceded, my opponent Sir Sully had played an excellent game and besides the occasional botched animosity roll his plan went off without a hitch. It does sting to lose but to lose against a genuinely nice guy with a superbly painted army stings just a little bit less.
Here are some extra pics:
Sully's dastardly bolt thrower, you can just make out the manmangler in the top right. His army is absolutely stunning to see in person.
Well Sewertyrant Xerxes has been excommunicated non gratis. I'm back to the drawing board.
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