A few games were played last Friday at club, I mostly got shots of the clash between my Pelagic Liberation Orgnaisation and Fuzzy's New Albion's Society.
The gentlemen fought bravely to keep a young harlot safe and despite heavy losses, the game ended in a draw.
The NAS chose a good starting position, some low walls to defend and lay down repeating rifle fire from behind.
The PLO split their forces, hoping to "pincer like a crab" the enemy.
The "lady" in distress, or "proof that I need some Victorian civilian models".

Y'ha-ntheli leads a team up through the ruins.
"May'hap I should get the lady out of 'ere?" Surgeon Major GS Robertson makes a tactical withdraw.

The PLO breaks cover and closes on the enemy rifles.
The NAS realise that they may be in trouble.
Contact is made and the PLO start to hit back.
The tide starts to turn.
The Membership sell themselves dearly to protect the Committee.

Alas, British pluck is no match for the savagery of the deep.

Fight on! To the last Englishman!
At the last, the PLO's prey got away. The dry-feet will pay for this insult.
Before we go, a quick look at another Lycoan faction that seems to have made its presence known:

Not much is known about them at this time, perhaps the future will illuminate this new threat.