The trap closes around Godon, and the ork army devastates the company. Huge macroshells, fizzing energy beams and ork aircraft attack runs mercilessly punish the overextended commander. Bleeding, he orders the falls back; retreating at speed down the road as ork laughter rings in his ears.

The Imperial air defence is shut down by confusion and ork jamming. This understrength infantry company pins the left flank; holding firmly against the weakened ork front.

Rallied by Kilkart's 'encouragment', the ork second wave is determined... but do they have the strength?

The Kult of Speed break off pursuit of Godon's company to sweep into the Shadosword company... to little effect. Slightly disrupted, the capable company commander holds his nerve and drives off the Kult of Speed in a largely bloodless engagement.

Ork airpower rules the skies. Uncontested, waves of fighta-bommas rush overhead, harrying the broken supreme commander.

The remaining supastompa advances down the centre.

Princeps Catachresis Iones smiles coolly. At his command, ravening bolts of energy from the turbolasers down the ork supastompa. Iones chalks up the first Engine Kill of the new Reaver's life.

'Cor, dat's ded killy!' think the orks; and continue the advance, keen to see the Reaver up close.

Both sides' infantry is in tatters, but the Imperial War Engines and Armour are largely untouched. The Imperials have castled their forces successfully; but do they now have the speed to capitalise on their success?
