"AaAahhhHHH," roars Ulysses, as the full hit of Frenzon blasts through his body. YEAH! Images trip on by. Orks on our ship. 100's of them. Us outnumbered by at least a 100 to one. Then they let us go. Suckers. Fell for the old treasure map routine. But wait, Horus it, could there really be one of my old stashes there?...And now here I am. It's raining. And Orks are shooting. And there goes Harrison. Down. Red. Everything is Red... "AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Ulysses fails his drug test and goes into a Frenzy. He runs towards the nearest Ork group, screaming and waving his Bolt pistols in the air. Mad Dog of course follows. They are joined by the running Space Elf, Kern Proudbrow. Wide-eyed Jake trails behind.
The Man From Gamma Gamma 4, Gaxt and Mordecai all run towards the centre Ork group. Bert The Zoat turns and moves his 7inch WALK also towards the centre Ork group. The Squats ("Don't call us Squats") move 3inches forward. But the LasCannon stays where it was. (And Ah, Mouse, I just realized I moved these guys and fired my Las Cannon, which hit and caused a mighty S9! wound on your centre Orks. Are we going to keep coherency rules, or can units break up and individuals within the group do different things in this small skirmish?)
Reese McGee runs up to the second floor of the barn.
In the shooting phase my Space Dwarves are amazing! I score hits from all and wounds from the two Boltguns and (if we allow it) the LasCannon. All these shots were on your Centre group.
Bert The Zoat also hits and wounds with his Bolt Pistol.
That's my turn, Mouse.