Master Spookums sat, looking at a crude map of the area with a large circle with the words "Gitz I'z 'ere." He rummaged through a belt pouch, finding a half eaten squig pie, his slugga and an ammo casing with his name carved in to it. He took out a looted imperial comms device given some Orky gubbinz and switched through the channels in a heavy handed fashion until he heard human voices squawking out of the speaker. He turned his map over, coughed, and in then spoke in course low gothic as though he were a human from a feral world. "We'z got nids incommin' from da roit!" After a brief pause in the noise level, he could hear orders given, he could also hear panic. He put his map in his pouch, picked up his choppa and his shield and turned. With a quick hand gesture, similarly armed figures rose and started to march. "Da uumiez fink deyz can steals a fight from us! We'z gunna do sumfink cunnin' dat i calls a counta charge. Wen da nids come in we'z charge 'em right back!" He nods, starting to smack the side of his choppa against his shield, the rest of his boyz begin to do the same. By the time they were close enough, the Guardsmen could hear the- 'music' of the Goff and his boyz, and as the Tyranids charged, the Orks charged in to the Tyranids side. The first few gaunts were hacked and then stomped in to the ground, so set upon their human prey. The next line however turned, blades meeting shields as limbs were cleaved from chitinous bodies. for the Orks, claws and talons scraped and peirced armor, though not one stopped fighting, no matter the wounds inflicted. Given the collection of scars between the orky-mortalz they were no strangers to pain, which only seemed to spur them on to fight harder, carving a bloody path through the gleaming swarm. The back few boyz turned, cutting down the gaunts trying to encircle them. "Annialashun will be inavoidable! Unavoidable? Oww, Zog 'em already! WAAAAGH!" Spookums slammed his head in to a gaunts head, then brought the sharpened side of his shield in to it's neck, decapitating it with a follow up choppa blow. An incoming salvo of fleshborer beetles was met by the shields, though one of the Immortalz was too slow raising it, and as he tried to remove the beetle, three more landed and he fell. Spookems however, was carving a path to the Warrior in charge of this part of the brood. He instantly regretted not having a Klaw. The beast was armed with scything talons, and an odd gun formed of it's lower arms. Spookems raised his shield to close the distance, through a green crystal punctured the shield, just milimeters away from his flesh. Though Spookums didn't know, it was a venom cannon. He nudged the barrel of the gun aside and severed one of the arms making up the weapon, ducking a decapitating strike from the talon. He spun to the side, appearing on the opposite side as the beast as it tried to barge in, only for Spookums to put the strength of both his arms behind the shield, the crystal imbedded in to it piercing the warriors side through a lucky gap between chinitus plates. It howled. as termagaunts tried entering the fray, his boyz beat them back, a sea of teeth and claws breaking on the shield wall, trying to get to their leader. Spookums lost his shield, the toxic shard unable to be pulled free. He drew his side arm, unflashy slugga. He slapped a talon aside and shot the warrior in the chest, when it flinched he tried bringing his choppa in for a slice, though the warrior's other talon slashed across Spookum's face leaving a long slash that bled freely. He bellowed. "WAAAGH!" at the top of his lungs, fueled by the pain of the slash and of other, numerous wounds. He shot the warrior in one armpit, disabling the arm as he grabbed hold of the other near the base and pulled, tearing that talon entirely off. "WOTZ YA DON'T SEEM TA GET NIDS, IS DAT WE'Z ORKZ AND ORKZ IS MADE FER FIGHTIN AND WINNIN!' He digs his choppa blade in to the warriors flesh, then slams the procured scything talon up through the soft underside of it's mouth so that it peirces in to the warriors brain, which almost immediately goes in to death spasms. The psychic shockwave of the Warriors death brought the Immortalz some time as the gaunts flinched and backed away. Being Goffs, They advanced after them for about thirty meters before returning to the corpse of the Warrior. Spookums took out his walkie talkie, give it smack against the warriors head. "Da 'uumies is ready fer da boyz ta pay 'em a visit." He looked around at the ork corpses. "We'z also need a dok." The Immortalz then left the field to resupply and rearm. (Literally, for one Boy.) They call themselves Immortalz because, while some do die, the ones that do were not. The ones that don't however, only become more and more convinved that they are, and we all know the effect Ork belief has.