The mighty Marvel Marching Band goes on!

Don't tell me you can't hear that music in your head.

Let's hear it for points-expensive character models!

Our wounds healed fast. There was a fused mass of new bone over my cracked ribs that already felt strong. Traeld’s face was blotchy with bruising, but it had already faded to a yellowy-green that nearly matched the sky. 

“Your second day of Xenos,” Caidacus shouted down to us. “But first, an honour.” 

Our teacher sat in front of the four of us with his sword across his lap. None of us spoke. None of us moved, in fact -  a weight lay in my stomach like a frozen shadow. To even speak of treachery here was to invite its presence. That our teacher did so, and so coldly, was outright terrifying.

There was a stillness in his face I hadn’t seen before, something guarded. An intense focus that he gave to the mirrored blade before him. He rarely betrayed any sign of emotion, so it was hard to read what he might be thinking, but whatever it was, it was something important. 

With tenth edition almost upon us, I found myself thinking about which were my favourite games of 40k since I got back into the hobby back in late 2018.