Last Stand of the Fusiliers
He did all he could to staunch the bleeding, but Haukrun knew it was futile.
"You lie there, lad, leave all the work to us."
The youngster, ghostly pale smiled.
"You said I was a crap shot anyway."
Haukrun rejoined the line. The ratmen were so numerous it'd be impossible to miss.
(A little Warhammer fanfic today)









