As I deployed last once again, squeezed close to the Workers' Militia, across the road from the Meat Eaters, I was feeling a little less than enthused. Nathan, commanding the Meat Eaters made repeated references to Lord Percival's perfidious (heroic, I thought) killing of the Meat Eater leader in our last encounter. Meanwhile Rob, Worker's Militia, said little, mostly growling and muttering under his breath with furrowed brow and darkly staring eyes. I could not help reflect that my tactical brilliance in the last game had been misinterpreted.
My fears were immediately realised when the Workers ignoring all but the objective immediately before then began advancing toward my deployment zone.
Defensive considerations necessitated rapid counter measures. Lady Magdelene lept gracefully onto a ledge above the advancing Worker leader and dropped a grenade on his head. Rather than giving these leftist fanatics pause for thought this display of athleticism and martial prowess seemed to enrage them further and two more charged forward, whilst their sniper took an elevated position to try to gun down Magdelene.
Partly to give my brave Hunt an escape route from these vengeful lunatics, and partly to get a nice Watching and Waiting position should the Meat Eaters seek to trouble me, Tigrane sprinted across the road, through to the canal side ruins.
Somehow, despite the State Leader, Butcher Roc strolling around the loot objectives virtually unmolested, Tigraine's canny redeployment was taken as Casus Beli by the cannibal Meat Eaters, who marched as one toward Tigraine.
Meanwhile my deployment zone was under red siege as the Workers' Militia threw themselves at my lines. Percival threw a grenade at an advancing worker, but somehow he fluffed the throw so badly the grenade scattered some three inches behind him, inches away from the rest of the team. He had more serious issues than the loss of face with his peers however, as a worker put a bullet in him.
As more workers moved in, my pre-match investment in a missile launcher for my heavy paid off - with 2 of the 3 workers in the blast radius knocked out.
Whilst Tigraine had rather ignobly sprinted back to the deployment zone, and away from the cannibals, the worst that the Workers had to offer had been weathered. Perhaps finally time to start thinking about those few loot crates not already hoovered up by the bastard State.
But no, the singe-ed but standing Red decided to stab my doctor as he attempted to revive Pervival. My irritation was worsened when Rob played 'look out' and some masonry fell upon my sniper. A double six later and the poor sucker was bleeding out on the floor.
Elsewhere the State leisurely gunned down cannibals as they ambled into the street after loot. The State also made their presence felt, gunning down the workers' puppy and sniper.
After finally ending the fool of a worker who, after downing Percival and the good doctor, was advancing on the rest of the Hunt with dogged fanaticism that Che himself would have found noteworthy, Tigraine took a bullet from the damned Meat Eaters. Whilst my parting words were not a classic of defiance or wit, they did sum up my frustration. 'F*ck this, I've f*cking had it with this f*cking sh*t', and with that the Hunt withdrew to lick their wounds.
The State - having suffered all of two shots taken at them all game walked off with 100 odd loot. I got 20. The Meat Eaters and the Workers got some loot, I don't know how much. More than they deserved, I'm sure. One thing that should be noted, however, is that blood feuds can flow both ways.