Oh I know a good one...
So we're running a Clan grinder, and the big duel of the evening is a Night Gyr H (me) vs. a Tundra Wolf. Things have degenerated to a close-range bloodbath, and whoever lives through this is likely to not make it through the next turn after. It's THAT kind of fight.
Well, we both gear up for the final barrage... one hex seperates the two of us. Neither of us moved an inch- we both wanted the best numbers we could get on our opponent. And as movement phase ends, into that hex steps... a Wolfhound IIC.
Right between the two heavies.
Well, you're insane, right? Wrong. He knew that both of us were likely to ignore the light Mech to finish off our earlier opponent, so he's in a pretty good spot really. Weird, but okay.
The firepower put out by the two heavies was legendary- the weapons fired by the two at each other could have torn an Atlas apart in one good turn. My Gyr took a gyro hit, and combined with the damage it took it was enough to make it fall down... but so did the Tundra Wolf, courtesy of tearing the left leg off among other damage, such as an engine hit.
So the Wolfhound now fires- and the large laser slashes into the head of my Gyr, killing the pilot. Wait, who invited YOU?
Physical attack phase, he follows up with a kick that nails an ammo bin on the Wolf, destroying an ammo bin, which destroys the side torso, and causes two more engine hits. Mech's dead.
So after all of that, the duel ended in a draw thanks to an interloping Wolfhound... which saunters away unharmed from the hurricane of gunfire that surrounded it, and with two heavy Mech kills.
If Phelan wasn't enough of a reason to hate that Mech, I sure had a new one after that game.
