Turn 1:
A small mob of ork shoota boyz, crouches behind a building. "lets go you gits!" shouts the Nob, as he kicks them (literally) forward, on top of a low building. As they emerge on the rooftop, the shootas spy the blood claw pack, across the river, also headed for the bridge.
With a crash of sound, the orks open fire on the Space Wolves, but only their big shootas have the range necessary to hit, and fortunately for the wolves, none of the orks have the ability to shoot straight!
Facing the
threat on the roof top, the Blood Claw Pack moves forward, but find themselves
out of pistol range.