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Twenty five hundred RifleDwarfs had just finished loading as the Rangers hoofed past them, heading into the Dwarf lines. The Dwarf front line hefted shield and readied themselves. Just behind, on the rise of the ground, Thraggi Fwalinson the head Artilleryman had just readied the Dwarven artillery and gotten them loaded. Not a moment too soon. 

"Fire 5 volleys of the multi cannon." he ordered them. "On my mark." The brown bearded Dwarf wearing his nose guard helm gazed at the oncoming horde. He'd been told the strategy with how they'd deal with this first wave, and they needed to save ammunition for the bulk of the forces. "Catapults...fire! Multi-shot, fire!" he ordered, throwing his hand down. 

All save the great Cannons fired. They were loaded and in reserve for later. Suddenly, the 'ka-chuck' of the Catapults and the concussive 'boom' after 'boom' from the multi shot gun filled the air. Still hundreds of paces out, the clan rats were not quite in accurate Rifle range. The Artillery was perfectly placed however, and soaring death now rained upon the Vermintide as rocks the size of Dwarf shields and high powered cannon shot tore through fur, armor, and flesh, soaring into the ranks. Every shot killed dozens upon dozens. 

As the mass continued forward, the second volley of artillery was fired just as twenty five hundred RifleDwarfs hefted their Caplock rifles, aimed, and fired. Countless 'cracks' resounded in the air as their bullets tore through the first and second ranks of the vermin. They reloaded with practiced efficiency and the concentration only a Dwarf could muster, hefted, and fired again. They could now see the whites in the Vermin's eyes as they were gunned down. 

After their second volley, they retreated behind the lines in unison, given cover fire by the two thousand crossbow Dwarf bolters upon the hill. While the crossbow wasn't as armor piercing as a bullet, it was still very reliable when it came to punching through armor, and it had greater ranged. Their crossbow quarrels thudded and shredded into the Vermintide. The Dwarf King hefted his hammer high into the air, and as their ranks closed shields again for the Dwarf Riflemen to take a high ground, he cried out to the ancestors for their blessing on this day. 

As if on cue, over three thousand Berserker Dwarves ran out of the flanks and within the temporary gaps in the Dwarf army just before the shields closed, streaming forward as an avalanche of muscle, hair, and gleaming axes. They could smell the thousands of dead Vermin, bringing them a bloodlust as they charged forward with reckless abandon and violent roars. [@TemplarKnight07]
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The thunder of hooves and roars of the Berserkers filled the air as butchery was had in the center of the melee. Blood spurted and limbs were shorn off. One Berserker was gutted, but even as his entrails fell out of his thick stomach he cleaved the head of a beastman and ended its life. Havoc and chaos raged in the maelstrom of bodies. 

The Ironguard gave off warcries of Khadrin (the Dwarven language) and held their PoleAxes out as if they were defending against cavalry. These Dwarfs were noteable at punching through charging armor, and many Razorgors were spitted on steel or pierced by the heads of the PoleAxes. The Beastmen's weight was still something to be reckoned with, as was their savagery. Some of the Ironguard were ripped down or tackled. The chariots cut down a few Ironguard caught unaware, some of them being mauled by the beasts pulling them. However, the tough Dwarves hacked and stabbed at the beasts with their pole weapons. Some even had the reach to attack those beastmen in the chariots. 

Beastman and Berserkers were torn by the Alphagor's insane volley. Grimbold pointed at the beast and roared in Khadrin to destroy that monsters. Alchemical fire from the flamethrowers showered and melted the beastmen that were distracted by the berserkers, and Grimbold ordered a charge of his Greatbearded warriors. The venerable Dwarves hefted their shields and rune weapons, crying out, and then moving as one, stepping over the charred remains of the burnt Beastman corpses. Before they reached the lines, the ranged Dwarfs fired off another volley of bolts and bullets. 
[@ClocktowerEchos]