Gunnbjorn eyed the approaching army of men through his scope. The Khadorians were pushing into the trollish highlands, home to many kriels and refugees. His dire trolls, Marshal and Andre, pushed their way to the front, shoving aside the smaller pyre, slag and swamp trolls. To his right, Boomhowler and his crew set their defenses.
The man'o'war troopers unloaded their grenades at the mercenaries who had no cover for protection. Howling with anger, Greygore led his troops into the fire to charge the entrenched humans.
Both forces attempted defensive postures, taking opposite hills, maximizing cover and height. With the enemy within striking range, Gunnbjorn concentrated on the firepower pouring from his hill, guiding each shot into the enemy with brutal efficiency. The Khador response was as expected and the troll captain ordered his troop s to get their heads down as the shells were fired.
Gudrun, drunk and angry, charged from the troll line, and engaged the man'o'war troopers closing on their position. Behemoth came charging into the trolls, crippling the pyre troll. Far off to the right flank, Boomhowler's crew had engaged their man'o'war and were fighting to a standstill. Losses were heavy on both sides, but the warlock took heart knowing his trolls would not fall easy.
Gudrun, who was making a mess of the armoured troops, became the subject of Karchev's wrath and fell under his axe. The ogrun had fallen, but he had also brought the warcaster into the open. The remaining two man'o'war engaged the swamp troll as Behemoth turned the pyre troll into paste.
After the smoke cleared from bazooka, bomb and slugger fire, Karchev still stood. The slag troll sent around the far side of the hill moved in for the kill as the warcaster called a retreat. The troll captain let the 'caster go back into the wood in all hopes he might happen upon dragonspawn.
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