"Oight, den uz owe me a good right shiny helmet wif spiky bitz as da entrnca feez, ize gotz ta show da udda boys ere wat it takez ta be a real ork" waving his three minions off of Gob and waiting for his answer, lowering his shoota and putting his choppa back in his belt he spits in his hand and waits...
"Uz yust said dats not da loota way yah git, iz donts care fo yeh boss poll, if yus wansa be a guds loota, yus gotta do it da propah dam orky way, iz don ows yu notting, yus ows uz loota brotas a share of yus good loot" Gob said, the other boys surely would also like shiny loot.
Graknit was thrown off his feet by the explosion, his small Grot companion hanging on for dear life as the Shoota boy quickly rose into a kneeling position, Shoota sighting in on the fist happy weird boy. "Zog dis!" He presses down on the trigger for just a moment, sending four or five shots for the Weird boy's hand currently not gripping his staff.
several bullets headed towards the fellow weird boy this angerd lighting head. "OY ZOG YOU THIS IS HILARIOUS" he yelled at the other ork
"i will alow the fight to continue but be warned if i waz right i will expect you to pay me back" as he finished he herd his wierd brother and smiled and poped again apearing with his sluger at the back of his head "now behave your self ooc edited to include reaction to fox
Interlude- "Sir, the Ork Warlord has sent his forces out toward the city. There are a fair number of them, seems he's reinforcing his hold with those forces he already sent out. " "We need to divert them! We can't allow them to ruin our plans, divert the mutants into them. Do whatever you must but do not let them get a full hold on this city!" "Roger that Sir. As the Emperor Wills. " ORKY INTERLUDE- Crimpa tossed his head back and forth violently as one of the Rockaz riding on his Trukk played away furiously on his Combi-guitar, spurs of flame erupting from the barrel tipping the instrument. A dozen other Trukks rode forward in a loose line toward the outlying ruins, a fair number of the exiled gitz had gone that way to make their stand just as Manmauler had expected. The Warboss commanding this foray used to belong to one of those tribes as it was but got to throw himself in with the Warlord for being a right hard fighta. Riding a top a turbo-charged and properly orkified Leman Russ battle tank Spine Rippa, Former Warboss of the Spine Breakers, craned his neck and let loose with a deafening roar, powerklaw pointed toward the city. "DATZ DA WAY! DERE INTA DEM TUNNELS UNDAHNEATH BY DA SWAMPS! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! " BACK TA OUR ORKZ! Squig Cruncha- The Warboss opened fire in an instant while Crusha was still getting up, planting over a dozen rounds around him in a matter of seconds and sending three more into his body during that time. One in the torso, second in the gut and the third striking his arm. "YOOZ FERGET WHO DA BOSS IS BOYZ!" Yella Borgit handled the yelling in Squig Cruncha's place as he unloaded his shoota into the air. "BOSS IS FIGHTIN, SHUT DA ZOG UP!" Scargutz- The Zzap Fist backfired horribly as swung about him wildly, deflecting the shoota boyz bullets aimed his way before fizzling out.
"day getz da shiny lootz but uze was just in me hut sneaking like a proppa git and dey caughts ya! DIS IS DA PROPA LOOTA WAY" getting all worked up as Gob wasn't agreeing to his helmet, Reddiy was going to make him pay good and dear for that as all 4 of the mob climbed into Gob at once, the outcome was inevitable, it was just about how much Gob would be able to take before Reddiy and da Mob knocked him out...
Big fight between boss and would be boss? Rumble new what that mess, some git was going to need stitching up, and fast. Quickly grabbing his medkit he headed off to where the incredibly loud sounds of fighting were. He arrived in time to see some git get ripped apart by shoota bullets from the boss's gun, a truly magnificent sight. "Medicine, medicine, time to praktis medicine!" The painboy sung while rushing up to the shot git, already whipping out the bullets from the wounds and sewing them shut.
Those bullets that hit his chest created heavy dents in his Flak Vest, but didn't penetrate into his flesh. The one shot to the arm, however, managed to gush into a mist of flesh and blood. The bullet went right into the flesh near his shoulder, causing Crusha to grunt angrily in pain. But all that really did was get Crusha madder. The painboy that ran up to him tried to help him, but he brushed him off as he raised his two Slugga's at the git of a boss. "YA DON'T BE SHOOTIN CRUSHA WITHOUTZ BLEEDIN, YE GROT! YA BE OWNIN ME LOOTZ!" Crusha sent a barrage of bullets of his own towards the boss git who had stolen HIS loot!
Disappointed by the short lived scuffle, Grimchoppa looks at the weird boys. Seeing them glowing, and not in the usual way, put Grimchoppa on serious edge. The Hair squig on the back of his head for a ponytail look was bristling in agitation. His Kuriozity in full swing. "BIG BOSS SQUIG CRUNCHA! EY FINK YOUZ NEED TA EAR DA WEIRD BOYZ!" Yelling over the crowed and from particle deafness caused by the combined spells.
