Tyranid and Eldar

     Something stirred in the Craftworld.
     A creak could be hear from behind a large set of double doors, gilded and sealed with runes of many varieties.
     A moment later and a loud bang slammed the doors open, and the Avatar headed from his throne to the uppermost level of the Craftworld. To the Hydroponics center.
     Elyrra the pruner proudly snipped at the trees around her, and looked at the lush vegetation of the hydroponics bay which provided the Craftworld with an abundance of supplies. Suddenly a blast threw her off her feet and she lay, tens of meters away, curled up in a smoking heap.
     The klaxons went off, and the banshees moved swiftly and silently for the lifts. They had tracked the Avatar's movemnt to the upper level, and were now registering a second, more anomalous type of life... something that should not have been present on that level, nor any other level of the craftworld.
     The Exarch who led them, Del Auross, had signaled the militia from the nearby sectors, and following that, sent a message to the farseer. The group that would be sent would be small, but sufficient for the task, no large scans had been picked up just yet.
     The Farseer Kalotos moved through the bay, activating the pair of Wraithlords as he did so. The pair had long served in the Craftworld's defense, each one gaining a nickname.
     The Vanisher was the first, as the D-cannon it holstered upon its shoulder caused its enemies to exist no longer.
     The second was called Sol. It was said that with the use of his flamers in conjunction with the mighty lascannon that astrode his back his enemies were blinded and purged in his light.
     The Guardian, Doloss, moved at the other end of the bay. With great pride he readied the Rain of Fire, preparing the mighty Warl Walker that had been his ancestral birthright for yet another foray in the craftworld's defense.

     The force gathered in an array at the far end of the bay. In the distance they saw the smoldering ruins that the behemoths had destroyed in their wake. Kalotos gathered his Guardians near to him. The two score of citizens were his handpicked best, and ready to reconnoiter the area to see where their enemy was. The Vanisher held the center of the Guardian line, while Del and his Banshees along with Sol prepared the other. The Rain of Fire lumbered into a position of cover to the far left of the battle line, and beyond him, the Avatar rumbled, his great metal joints creaking with expectation of combat.
     Across the field the chittering of termagants and hormagaunts could be heard. Pushed along by a trio of tyranid Warriors, they faced the hardy opposition of Del and Sol, but the hideous Zoanthrope followed behind them, having already claimed one victim in the form of Elyrra, its thirst for destruction had not yet been sated.
     In the center of the line was a vast swarm of rippers, their teeth gnashing together. They writhed and seethed before the great beast that was the Hive Tyrant, and his Right hand being, the Carnifex.
     Another pair of Zoanthropes could be seen moving swiftly through a gutted factory to the extreme left of the vision of Karatos, and the hideous genstealers were also lurking in those same shadows. A second trio of Warriors stood watch atop the tower.
     The Eldar held their position, save for the Vanisher, who moved towards the Hive tyrant with unrelenting speed. The avatar as well ran towards his Warrior opponents with a hunger for their lives. The Vanisher's D-cannon pulsated with black energy, and a ripper swarm was the first to fall victim to it's dark power.
     The Rain of Fire released a volley out of his twin scatter lasers, but failed to injure the Zoanthrope he targeted save but once.
     The horde moved forward with great swiftness in response to this, with all moving forward but the hive tyrant. The guns of all stayed silent for a moment, and then a pair of shots rocketed from the monstrous gun of the Horror, one of them slamming into Doross's warwalker with great force. Had it not been for the field which guarded the front brave Doross would have fought his last battle.
     Silently the biovore atop a ruined greenhouse shot forth one of its passengers, and a spore mine landed in the midst of the second squad of Guardians, blowing up with tremendous force and taking five of the race with it.
     The Zoanthropes each cackled with fury and unleashed the powers of their mind upon different targets. First struck was Sol, although he was able to shrug off the petty hit as a mere inconvenience, then the first Guardian squad was hit, and two of their number perished, they were struck again a second time, but the warp blast fell just short of the men.
     Now Kalatos saw his oppurtunity, and moved a half of his brave force of guardians forward having them bear their guns upon the unholy ripper swarms.
     The avatar took a pair of great leaps, and crossed the chasm that seperated he and the warriors, but could not reach them quite yet.
     The Banshees cranked up their psycho sonic screamers and rushed across the battlefield, Sol's long legs in close pursuit, and on the other end of the board, Doross manuvered the Rain of Fire into a better shooting position.
     The Guardians fired, with the hand of Kalatos guiding them, and discs filled the air, felling the ripper swarms swiftly. The Vanisher finished off all but one of them, and almost smiled it it's wraithbone core.
     The Banshees fared just as well, killing 7 of the Termagants that lay within pistol range, with the flamers and cannon of Sol killing 3 of their hormagaunt companions.
     Again the tyranids swarmed forward, now passing by Sol and Del, and heading straight for Karatos's unit of Guardians, the great Carnifex moved to the other side of the unit, and it appeared as if they would meet their certain doom.
     The hive tyrant's gun fired again twice more, again to no effect, but the Zoanthropes fared better, downing valiant Doross and his warwalker. the spike rifles of the termagants flew towards the banshees, failing to wound a single one of them, and likewise did the great devourers of the Tyranid Warriors fare.
     Then the mass moved once more, and the battlefield was turned into a swirling arena of death. The Hormagaunts could reach only a single guardian, while the termagants were able to engage a few more, and the Carnifex slammed into the rear of the unit. The trio of Tyranid warriors charged Sol, and two were felled by his great fists after hopelessly banging upon his armor.
     The Carnifex claimed three lives, while the great swarm took no victims of its own. (7 hormagaunts on one guardian. Result: Guardian survives... seem a bit odd to you?) The Guardians held their ground against the onslaught, envigorated by Sol's effort, and the Carnifex lumbered to engage the Farseer.
     In the Eldar's turn the Banshees moved to join the Guardians against the horde they faced, while the Vanisher turned to support his lord. The Avatar closed the gap between himself and the Tyranid warriors, his sword screaming with anticipation.
     The Banshees made short work of their prey, and the hord only struck down a pair of guardians in return. With no leader in sight the cowards quickly broke, and the Banshees moved against the Zoanthrope that had claimed the life of one of their kin. Sol crushed the skull of the final warrior with a single blow, and moved to engage the Zoanthrope as well. The avatar felled a single Warrior with his blade, while the remeining two struck only a single blow that did him any harm.
     Sadly, the Vanisher would not be serving the craftworld any longer, after his opponent, the great carnifex, leveled him with a trio of blows.
     At this point Kalatos could be seen shedding a tear for his lost friend, before the Carnifex turned on him, and ripped him apart.
     The hive tyrant and genestealers now moved against the remaining 6 of the 20 proud Guardians of Kalatos, these two were felled liek their master, and the Horror engaged the Howling banshees who had so recently made swift work of it's kin the Zoanthrope.
     A great hush carried over the field at this point, and a laugh could be heard across the bay.
     Kalatos, with his final words, had summoned the Laughing god to spirit away his broke forces, and they returned to their homes in the craftworld, in anticipation of the next conflict.
End.

Tyranid and Eldar

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