with the setting of the Sun the Chaos Dwarf team left the field heads held high despite the loss to the rotting minions of Nurgle. Three lest of the bestial diseased ones would plague a field in the future and Zhaghul celebrated his second skull cup from which to drink.

Zhatan chuckled to himself as the beastman that had tried to hit him breathed its last through a shattered windpipe. His first kill on the field would be one to remember.