''Gah, fix dis, fix dat. Why yous always break da trukk?'' Flash muttered as he headed toward the damaged wheel. The carcass of the warbike was wedged in good, its metal frame twisted and bent by the wheel.

''I's gonna need a hand, ya gits, dis fing is stuck good,'' he said, slamming his wrench against the wedged vehicle. As if that would help.

Fire was burning, Dakka was flying, and all the while Grimchoppa was chewing on potentially poisonous snake(thing) jerky in a crate. A stray rocket sends said crate hurtling through the air. Landing with a crunch of splintering wood, Grimchoppa is as surprised as any to see the trukk in such danger. "Wat kan Ey do boss?" He says with genuine interest and weapons drawn.

Warboss Squig Cruncha roared as his grossly oversized slugga's four barrels spat death at one of the Bikers, blowing off his head and left arm causing the bike to careen into a ditch and flip into the air before landing with a crunch. Yella Bolgit gunned down another Biker, blowing apart his rides wheels and causing it to flip and roll leaving it's rider a bloody smear on the ground.

Lightning Head's ability drew the attention of a Nob biker, his vehicle's front completely krumped up by the fist of concentrated green energy. Wielding a spiked club in one hand and his other terminating in a massive power klaw he ditched the destroyed vehicle and charged toward him, covering ground rapidly.

The combined shoota fire from both Graknit, Gob and the other boys along for the ride three more Bikes were scrapped but a new threat lurked on the horizon as a pair of Warbuggies were rapidly covering the ground toward their marooned prey. A stikk bomb chukka fired from one of them but they were still out of range and one of the grenades simply came to rest a safe distance away where it detonated in a small puff of smoke and a cloud of shrapnel.

Kommando Roksteady in classic fashion was no where to be seen much like their other two Trukks worth of tribesmen who were ordered to carry on and secure the Warbosses desired base location. Runtherd Ded'eye had ordered off a small herd of their grotz to try and loot some gubbins from the wrecks in the chaos of the fight but with so few of the lil gitz at his disposal he could only send out a few to gather small bits.

Of course they weren't the only struggling, of the twelve tribes forced out of the stronghold only Nine remained. One taken out by the Spinebreaker's themselves, another wiped out entirely by artillery and marauding bikers while infighting between another two tribes saw one destroyed, and the other was crippled momentarily like they and suffering the same issue.

Flashdakka found himself under assault by a particularly keen eyed warbiker who turned his rides dakka guns on his location, peppering the wagon with bullets and scoring a glancing strike on his right shoulder from behind before the Ork launched himself off the war bike and landed with a tumbling roll that brought him right up to his feet, pair of chain choppas screaming as he advanced.

Covering flashdakka as best he could, Grimchoppa was terribly out of his element in the firefight. Firing off rounds from the basic shoota. He decides to go lootin for parts to help flashdakka fix the wheel. Ducking, diving, looking, and firing, grimchoopa's eagerness to rend flesh with his choppa only grew. "Wat waz Ey lookin fer again?"

Dugga had fallen off when one of the warbikes had hit the wagon and shook it bad. He fell on his back, breath knocked out of his lungs. When he noticed he wasn't dead yet, he checked the important stuff: Shoota on his hand, choppa on belt and legs still working. He then looked around, saw a wrecked bike and decided to do a cunning move. He'd hide behind the wreck until some git would come close enough and then he'd let his shoota bring out the music that he loved, dakka. He ran towards the wreck, musing to himself. " Come 'ere, ya stupid git. I's gon' show ye me shooty."

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''Da wheel's stuck good an' propa, boss,'' Flas reported.

The Ork biker's fire pinged off of at the nearby bodywork of Da Iron Hog.

''Oh, zog!'' Flashdakka exclaimed. ''I needs cover fire!''

He dropped his wrench and began to fire back at the advancing Ork. He punched a pair of holes in to the Ork's shoulder and torso, but it didn't deter his advance.

Gob heard the mecs need for cover fire, and the mec was the one making them go fast "ILLS COVA YOU MEC" he yelled down to the mec, turning the gun to the incoming warbikers gunning for the mec opening fire with the big gun.

"Zaaaaap" as he shouted skarguts apeared out of fin air on top of the wagon (used ear we go to get on top) aiming the lightning at a warbiker and as soon as he fired it he looked for any enemy veichles

''Good...you do dat, I gots to fix dis mess,'' the Mek said, before picking his wrench up again, and bashing the mashed bike frame with it. It began to break under the hammering, perhaps hitting it would work after all?

"OY LETS DO THIS." lighning head yelled as the nob charged him. He had his Sparky staff ready. The two Coloided in melee still need the other orks. as they clashed in melee. LIghting head cursed at the ork saying "ZOG YOU" as his sparky staff caught the orks stabby knife