Gob quickly turned the turret in the general derection of the enermy orks, and then just squesed the trigger to the max. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" he yelled as the guns mighty dakka was unleashed, doing little aiming, just shooting

Graknit was by no means a small git, yet how he managed this next feat left only one possible explanation and the Ork didn't like it. Time to take it out on the Big Boss' boys. He had taken a loop of the red bullet ammunition and fed it into his lovely shoota, leaving the box sitting next to him as he somehow contorted himself halfway out of the Wagon's window. Shoota and his left arm, his thick skull, and then somehow his broad shoulders all came out of the window. The bumpy ride certainly didn't make his job any easier as he brought the heavy metal barrel of his weapon around on the nearby Bikers. To his credit as a Shoota Boy and even as an aspiring Flash Git, the Flashiest of Gits even, he took a moment longer to aim then most Orks. Meaning he actually bothered to aim, right arm anchoring him in the transport as he braced the Shoota in his left, sighted in on a Biker boy as best he could, and then threw all that effort away as he pulled the trigger and didn't let it go.

"YOOZ LOT FINKIN' YOOZ FAST? I GOTZ DA RED DAKKA, SNOTLINGS!"

A veritable hail of gunfire from their wagon created a whole new cloud of obscuring dust on the field as hundreds of missed rounds struck ground near and far from their targets. Gob up top with his turret weapon managed to strike a bikes fuel tank somewhere in the cloud as a plume of fire erupted within mixing oily smoke with brown dust.

Graknit's new bullets were firing just as fast as the big shoota up top and managed to stay straighter because of it allowing them to go further and hit that much more accurately as one of the Bikers he targeted had his head blown from his shoulders, the sudden wrench on it's steering causing the bike to spin out and twist through the air before invariably exploding like pretty much every other vehicle that didn't keep moving on the field.

Rubbahburnah called out to the shoota boys. "OIY WE GOTZ SOME GITZ WAGON APPROACHIN FROM DA LEFT! TELL EM TA ZOG OFF WIFF ALL DAT DAKKA YA USELESS GITS!"

Roksteady climbed up onto the roof and used the edge as a hand hold while his other arm supported a looted stikk bomb chucka which began performing it's glorious task of haphazardly hurling grenades out at the coming wagon, making it think twice about getting closer. It was a large obnoxious thing much like their Iron Hog but was festooned with far more weapons, two big shoots began unloading on the Grots, Roksteady and Gob on top of the vehicle while a twin linked rokkit launcha started to train in on their tires.

Gob felt like a migthy big ork with his turret gun, and this was great fun, he pointet the big gun at the oncoming battle wagon, he dident care that they where shooting at him, for now he too was shhoting at them, the big shoota just ratteling away slug, " LETS SHOW DEES GITZ WHOS DA BESTEST WARBAND "he yelled, he hoped the others would join in the shooting too, making even more noise.

Graknit spotted something large and potentially killy, he liked things that were potentially killy. He didn't like them when they were pointed at him though, raising his aim with a malice filled grin. "DEYZ BETTA CALL ME A TANKBUSTA AFTA DIS!" There were very few things that could make Graknit truly sight in. An earth-shattering explosion topped that list, as he focused on raking the rokkit launcha with his new bullets. "I LUV DESE TINGS!"

Flashdakka stood up, and looked around with confusion. He had spent too long playing around with some part of Da Iron Hog, and hadn't even realised there was fighting to be done.

''Stop shootin da wagon, ya grotty gits,'' he yelled, firing his shoota in what appeared to be a random pattern.

Lightning head had his squig on his bag a he heard the bullets fly he smiled a bit and went to a window. "OY YOU GITS SHALL NOT PASS." Lighting head yelled as he raised his sparky stick He then began saying something. " I KAST FIST," as a green fist materialized it headed towards the enamy wagon hoping to hit it and make it swirve. lighning head put his head and stick back inside after the kast and waited a bit for the soundes of death

Da Iron Hog was beset from all sides by foes now! As Big Shootas rained steel on the top War bikes came in from the right and tried to veer around front. "'OLD ON!" Came Rubbahburnas voice as their vehicles grill slammed into a War Bike and simply powered through the ensuing flame wreathed wreckage. Roksteady laughed as the enemies rokkit launcha went up in a storm of shrapnel and lashes of fire from Graknit's shooting. "KA-BOOM! " Ignoring several shots in his leg the Kommando ducks back down into the hold of their mobile fort. One of the enemy battle wagons big shootas had gone silent thanks to Flashdakka's dakka 'skill' blowing apart it's gunner in messy fashion. Then Lightning Head struck! (Hurr Hurr) A green fist flew from Da Iron Hog and into the enemy battle wagon, smashing into it's crew compartment and cratering the skull of it's driver causing it to speed forward without control, allowing Rubbahburna to pull away safely.

One of the Grots manning their turrets started shouting about a biker getting near their flanks. "DEN LIGHT 'IM UP YOU RUNT!" Ded'eye the Runtherd cracked his whip across the panicking greenskins back and elicited a yelp that was quickly drowned out by the roar of their flamer as it engulfed the approaching warbiker. Screaming in agony the driver swerved back and forth before ramming into the front right wheel of their wagon, his vehicle turning into a destructive missile of jagged scrap and burning fuel that brought their wagon careening into a skidding halt that nearly flipped it were it not for it's obscene weight.

"ZOG IT! FLASHDAKKA GIT OUT DERE AN FIX DAT MESS! SHOOTA GITS COVER 'IM! " Immediately the opening hatches and doors were opened to let the Orks out, Squig Cruncha stepping out with his quad-linked slugga and chain choppa with his Nob Yella Borgit in tow to lay down even more fire support with a shoota in each hand.

They were out of range of Manmauler's artillery now but a fairly large number of bikers were still falling upon them, Speed Freaks looking for that thrill of high speed murder and mayhem! For those willing to brave the dangers of leaving the wagon and wander off into no mans land there were scattered wrecks everywhere and could yield valuable looting opportunities!

"Oy lets get this fics up fast so we can hav some time to grab some of ther loot." Lightning head said. he went under cover and Casted fist again at the bikers. he quickly ducked into cover

Hauling himself back into the armored compartment of the Mek Wagon, Graknit had to take a moment and sit down roaring with laughter at the rokkit launcha he'd detonated. Even as he rocked with laughter his hands moved to the crate at his side to remove another belt of bullets. Warboss Squig Cruncha was out there and if Graknit could gun down enough bikers, maybe he might be higher on the list for picking loot! The Ork looked over his shoota, seeing the belt of flame painted bullets hang out and relishing the sight. That Mek may have been an arse, but at this point, Graknit might have to hire the Mek to build him a Snazzgun using even more of these rounds. But bigger. And more! He stood at the edge of the compartment where the Warboss had just descended and looked for a target to riddle with bullet holes.