Swarm order of battle
Nothing here waits. Read the claws, the spit, and the siege beast, then decide how close you are willing to let them get.
Close the distance. Unmake the line.
The Brood Swarm is weather with teeth. It does not garrison. It arrives. A tyrant is the hinge — claw for the close work, a bio-cannon that bursts around whatever it hates. Broodlings sprint the last meters and tear. Spatlings spit burning rounds at rifle distance so the tide can close. There is no rear rank. There is only the next thing that still moves.
The tyrant breaks the hinge. Broodlings own the last tile. Spatlings keep the line honest while the swarm closes. Melee is not a fallback. It is the plan.
Plates for every pattern still in the archive. Idle field models play where a 3D scan exists; the rest keep their painted likeness.
Apex
75
points
A two-legged siege beast. Devastating claw, and a short bio-cannon that bursts around the target. Extremely tough.
Field model · idle loop
Swarm
8
points
Fast, fragile, and armed only with scythe limbs. They close distance and tear. Fleet: they ignore difficult terrain.
Field model · idle loop
Spitter
12
points
A medium-paced shooter. Spits a burning bio-round at rifle distance.
Field model · idle loop