User blog:Hutchettmann/The Legend of Lancilebro

Griffindork emptied his entire salvo of pins and tulumbas. His intended target, a red griffin, crumbled into a pile of smoke and debris. Less than 50m at 1 o'clock, a blue griffin pumped lead into an incoming pair of reds - a leo and another griff.

Backpedaling, Griffindork released a pair of pin rockets as he waited for the tulumbas to reload. He was able to clip the red griff, who hesitated a bit, but the leo continued its advance. The allied blue rambo griff continued its suppression fire, heeding not the shrapnel slowly disintegrating it apart. Several shots later, it stopped firing then slowly melted into a smoky heap.

Griffindork decided to kite some more, firing off rocket after rocket as he slowly made his way back. He will at least take down the red griff with him, he thought. Only a couple more shots. His hopes were dashed though when he hit a wall behind him. Knowing it's over he waited for the pins to reload to deal the final shot to the griff. He knew he will take the enemy with him. Or so he thought.

The leo released a swarm of missiles, enough to finish off Griffindork's remaining armor. With a deep sigh of resignation, he accepted his fate. But out of the sky came down lancilotbro, his shield blocking the missiles meant for Griffindork. The hulking britbot flashed a salute then advanced to the opposing bots, tarans blazing, delivering the reds to metal valhalla................