The multicomponent miniature is supplied with a die of life and its corresponding base.
Screams were deafening. The scout of The Order of the Geared Eagle was caught in an ambush and they were fighting against the terrible predators surrounding them. The noise of the shots and the pungent smell of the gunpowder were filling the air when the Vunscher fusiliers were entrenching themselves behind improvised parapets and shooting the regors who tried to pass their defence line. A grenadier broke into run towards the fierce creatures, let out a scream and immolated himself, burning his enemies alive.
At the rear of the regor horde, the veteran shaman Woz´lak was watching everything with inquisitive eyes while his warriors were tearing one of the fusiliers to pieces by using their claws, fangs and deadly tails. The creature raised his hands and invoked the magical power, felt it surrounding him and channeled it to the stick between his paws.
-Don't even try it, beast –grumbled a voice from behind.
The shaman turned around and waved his stick to hit whoever dared to command him, but a figure dressed up in dark clothes crouched and the weapon missed his head.
The creature grumbled and the attacker, who covered his tattooed face with a dark hood made of soft leather, gave him a fierce smile.
-Humaaaaan... death...
-Don't try, animal –replied the Executioner brandishing a strange sword. His weapon collided with the shaman's stick, who didn't see the kick that broke his knee cap. When he fell on the ground, screaming in pain, the Executioner went on kicking hard so that the creature don't stand up.
-Kill... Kill! –yelled the creature.
-If you insist... –answered the Executor, then thrust his sword right into the enemy's neck.
-We need some help in here! –yelled a fusilier.
-I'm on my way! –he answered while using the shaman's cloak to wipe away the blood from his sword.
The assassin headed to the regors overcoming the defence line of his fellows, and aimed at them the gun built into his weapon, designed by The Engineers' Guild. His shots echoed in the battlefield.