Thanks for the organisation Darren.
Thanks also to my opponents; Steve G and Richard.
I got lucky in both games, each turned on a roll for turn.
Then there was the game against Rob......
My first game, and I was certain i had used up my lifes supply of luck.
(That or their is a deity, and he hates Rob...).
I had left my defilers on the right flank with my towers, - facing orks with lots of flamers, I really didnt see how the Thousand sons could achieve much, he was just too damn fast, had an unkillable BTS, and had two landas to come and take away any objectives.
My paln was to slow him on the right flank, capture the two objectives on his side, on the left flank, and see if turn three or four offered a break. Things went totally differently.
His nine planes came into shoot up the defilers, (I cursed myself for leaving them in the open). The defilers shot down one of the fighta bombers and my CAP doomwing killed another, still seven... They scored four hits.
Worse, I only made one save. So had three invulnerable saves to make, - yup - 6,6,6.
Rob was not chuffed.
This set the theme.
The defilers marshelled into cover.
His empty Landa went rhino hunting, but was in range of my other defilers, still, 6+ AA sufrely is nothing to worry about. Of eight shots, I rolled four 6's.
Im not even sure what odds we were working on.
And of course Rob failed his reinforced saves.
Surely I was lucked out. It seemed to suggest it when I moved those defilers, and rolled a double one for dangerous terrain losing a defiler.
Rob chanced his hand bringing on the other, the loaded landa (after I had spent my other dommwing).
An air assault on a Warphound I had brought up to cover the right, but left quite exposed, still, I had my defiler AA umbrella... yup. This time only one hit. But rob failed the save, and of course when I rolled for crit...it was a 6.
(The more observant player may have noted that it was always the same dice. The large Red dice marked 'weighted.').
With his army shot to hell on turn one, and Silver Towers prepairing to sustain into a cult of speed in the open in turn two, Rob threw in the towel. (Which was promptly shot down by defilers)