Kullu scrambled to his feet and observed the carnage engulfing him. All around him, he witnessed his fellow Unmann dying by the minute at the hands of this latest Britanan menace. The puppet soldiers of the dread King Jorje had lined the crumbled ruins of the crucible and were concentrating their firepower on a narrow passage to the east forcing the Unmann into a death box.

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By Daniel Fellows

Ruk headed to the pit with a malicious sense of mischief about him. It had been a great scrap today and there is no better treat for the lads than a good game of tatters. They’d had great difficulty initially breaking through the Britanan defences and had incurred heavy losses. Their efforts paid off ultimately though and they had managed to smash the expansion force, hopefully delaying the horde by at least a few weeks. The Orcnar had slaughtered the Britanans down to the last puppet … well all save one.

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