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| Gaunts swarm across the battlefield. | Tearing apart the Dark Angels. | Genestealers + Space Marines = gory death. |
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| A desert terrain table. | Conga Line of Death. | Aaaaaauuugghhhh! |
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| Getting on the wrong side of the Broodlord. | Tyranids descend on a ruined city. | I don't know about you, but I love photos of Genestealers ripping apart my opponents' armies. |
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| Gaunts enter an Orc-held structure. | The last thing these Orcs will ever see. | A Lictor enjoys his lunch. |
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| A squad of Legion of the Damned Space Marines aids the Sisters. | The girls in action. | "First we'll take the bridge, then we'll slap those giant hands!" |
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| The Penitent Engine vs. the Ork horde. | Agh! Bugs! | Things do not go well for the Sisters. |
There's no good reason for me to look so smug, given the shellacking my girls took.
