They came at night. No one had expected the assault. No one had expected any attack. But it still happened. Five shapes in blood-spattered armor rushed towards the guardsman encampment. They were silent, only their footsteps registering their presence. A lone guardsman stood watch, and as he turned towards them, one of the figures stopped and raised a bulky object towards the tower. The guardsman saw too late, the missile launcher had already launched its payload. With a great explosion the tower collapsed. Instantly the sirens in the base started ringing. The five shapes resumed their sprint towards the base, leaving the launcher behind. A captain was trying to command the soldiers to fight back and form ranks but then the five figures were upon one, they roared, and all the guardsmen heard them.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"
The captain paled. And then all hell broke loose.
