Duncan MacDirk falls heavily behind a pile of boulders, gritting his teeth as he clutches at the fresh burn mark across his shoulder where the Geistfire’s blast has just grazed him. Moments later his comrade, Angus, crouches down beside him as an explosion sends sod and pebbles raining down around them.

“Got yerself a wee paper cut there, Duncan? Will ye be needing a blanket and some warm milk, laddy?” Angus grins through the trickle of blood dripping down from a gash on his own forehead. Duncan coughs through the smoke and dust and grins back at his companion.

“Yer one to talk Angus! Did ye go bumpin’ yer head on the way to breakfast this morning?”

“What, this?” Angus points to his head. “Oh, that’s nothin’ lad! Why I remember that time fighting in Ekstrom alongside those Viking brothers, Finn had a bloody spear stickin’ right through his arm. That bloody legend kept swinging that magic sword o’ his, took out what must have been three whole battalions of Orcs on his own!”

Duncan smiles at the memory.

“Hah! That’s nothin’! Just the other day I saw that flying bloke with the cape shrug off some bloody acid from one of those great bug critters, just to save Iain from getting’ his bleedin’ head torn off.” The two Scotsmen break into a rib-splitting round of laughter.

“Aye lad, I thought Iain was about to wet himself there and then!” Duncan wheezes, clutching his chest.

“What about that wee French lassie? I swear I saw her walk through a whole pack a vipers without so much as a scratch? I’d have nae thought it the first time I met her, but I’ll fight alongside that lass through bloody anything now!”

Angus, wipes a tear from his eye as the pair’s chuckles fade away.

“Aye Duncan, I needed that. Now what say we show these boney critters what it means to take on a warrior of the clan MacDirk, eh?”

“For clan MacDirk!”

“For Jandar!”

“Scotland forever!”

The MacDirk Warriors are available in the MacDirk Warriors Remastered army expansion. Pre-order now for an October 2026 release!