The game was the mechanicum holding the middle and five forces pouring in from the corners to try and take them out
Watch out for those iron hands in the distance (in alternate armour colour)
And now a little closer
The daemons attack....
Get on with it slow coaches! Those three lonely imperial fists are the only survivors of their storm eagle being one-shotted by that sicarian in the top right
Bundle! This is about the point the daemons discovered how hard the mechanicum stuff was, even in combat.
A great day was had by all and a jolly close game that saw units removed by the bucketload and the 30k carnage starts here.