So much for the bonus pay for protecting Butcher's shack. There was still work to be done however, they were going to krump these demolition Kommando pretenders here and now. "Dis ain't change nuffin' lads, stay low, stick togevva, an' find da runts. Gut 'em." Skardrend was eyeing the Tankhammer Nob who had rapidly closed with Butcher. He didn't want to be on the wrong end of that, new armor or not. So instead he grabbed the Slugga and rippy knife from his waist and thundered towards what had to be the boss of the Grindas. Not bothering to vocalize his intent or challenge, instead he emptied the handgun at the Nob.

<Rot Teef>

Seein da boss charge forward der wuz no otha opshun, so he chased afta da boss firin his slugga at da nob redy ta test out his new stabby shocka fist. He made sure ta move away from da boss so he wuznt lined up wif 'im. Cuz da boss wud killem ded if he shot em in da bak! "GET BAK BUTCHER! WEZE GOT DIS!"
(OOC: I am not running behind him more at an angle to the nob so we aren't right in line, he will hve to choose one of us... In theory atleast!)

Skarsnikk looks around the trading district of the Krooza with wide eyes and a bright smile upon his face. Mainly due to the fact that all these orks were in one area and if somebody were to set off a bomb, the Painboy would have an endless supply of limbs and spare parts for his experiment! But the moment an explosion erupts from the distance, Skarsnikk's attention quickly snaps towards the front as he sees a few orks up in flames. Excitement and dread soon takes over the Painboy's frame as he stands there dumbstruck. But eventually, Skarsnikk would release a mighty "WAAAGH!" while slamming the flat-end of the bonesaw across his chest.

Since the Painboy lacks a range weapon, he'd charge close by with the group while shouting out to his assistant grot. "Zukk! Foightin' joose on da dubbo!" Moving quickly and diving straight into the medik pak, the small little grot would pull free a canteen of the fungus brew and tying a string to the cap. Now tossing the juice over Skarsnikk's shoulder, the hunchback Painboy would make a grab for the container while popping the cap and tilting his head to guzzle down the adrenaline fueled concoction. After a few seconds of slamming down his homemade brew, the Painboy releases a loud burp while his veins began to pop from under his thick hide and a glint of rage quickly enters the crimson core of the bloodshot Dok's eyes.

Mogg also made his way out, and then wuickly followed da boss, he hadent seen many of them gork grinders just yet, and the one on the roof wasent really withing his range just of yet, and who knew, maybe da boss would need help against the tankhammer wielding nob, who surely was protected by his own retinue of boyz.
He racked his spehul shoota, so it now was ready to fire.

<Brigade>
"Smoke!" The Tankhammer wielding Nob cried out and suddenly several canisters spewing an oily black smoke across their portion of the trading district. Through the hazy murk Grob managed to light up the mist with his kobmi-shoota, scoring the enemy on the roof and notching a slug into his rokkit launcha, brewing him up along with several Orkz on the second story of the bar which began to tilt and buckle over on it's side in a cacophony of noise ranging from screeching metal, surprised roars and shattering glass.

Skardrend's slugga accomplished all of squat aside from striking several dazed bystanders standing in the midst of everything, only two actually fell the rest were just pissed off by the damage. His target chuckled and swung his Tankhammer about, leaning away so that when the warhead on a stick struck Butcher the ensuing blast sent him flying away toward a back alley between two of the scrap trading huts leaving only a shower of burning Ork limbs and ever more smoke to confuse things.

In the midst of the smoke screen Rot Teef found himself intercepted and suddenly yanked off his feet and being dragged away, the stabbing pain in his side and vaguely visible length of wire stretching out of his line of sight along with a cranking noise revealing he had been harpooned by an unseen assaulter.

Mogg had better luck as a knife boy attempted to krump him from the smoke screen only to end up sticking himself on the speshul shootas choppy bits, a single pull of the trigger rendering half his adversaries torso into a crimson mist and spray of tiny meaty squig treats, the second doing the same job to the bastards head.

Chaos was beginning to blossom amongst the furious trade off between Kommando Teams. Orks thrown into battle frenzy by the sounds of dakka, choppin and boomin' began to pile in all over the Trade Hangar, hacking at random boyz or Nobz around them in the case of those only hearing what went down, or for those near the epicenter they started hounding after the Kommandos in their midst.

"Boss Iz got eyez on dat Nob wiff da hamma! 'Imz an several more boyz are leggin it fer one uv da wrecked 'umie planes crushed up in da corner uv da 'angar!" A streak of blue light accompanied the news, giving them something to follow out of the smoke and in their targets general direction, Krug playing over watch for them. "Got a lot of ----" Any further news was lost amidst deafening gun fire.

"WHOOZ INTERRUPTED ME SHOPPIN?!" A Mega-Nob thundered blindly through the crowd, crushing several boyz to a paste beneath several tons of raw heavily armored aggression as he swept his tri-link shoota arm about unleashing a hail of weapons fire that was tearing apart stand and bystander alike. For the moment the smoke screen was sparing them all, probably best they get leggin it though.

<Rot Teef>

Yanked at da harpoony fing in his side. Once he got it out he wud try ta zap da git thru da wire fing. He then chased afta da otha kommandos dat wuz tryin ta escape. "Dos gitz iz tryin ta escape boss!" He chased afta dem stayin as low as he cud.

Before anything else, even through the mighty chaos, Mogg tried to get a shot off at the tankhammer wielding nob, before he yelled "LEG IT" then he ran for their point of entree point, knowing not too many orks should know of it, also was way too small for the monster of a mega-nob.

Skardrend wouldn't waste any time getting out of the way of a rampaging Mega-Nob. The moment the boss of the Grindas blasted himself into an alley, the boss of the Brigade rocketed after him, power blades shooting out in preparation to land on his nemesis and nail him to the deck. Speaking into his whisper ear was a simple command, "Afta da bastards!"

Upon reaching the large crowd of orks and staying behind the crew to use them as meatshield, Skarsnikk's suddeny burst of energy from his concoction would easily take over! The runty little painboy would slam his bonesaw across the ground while charging out at the Grindas ahead. As Skarsnikk advances, he'd easily take a few random shots to the chest and shoulders due to the spray of sluggas and shootas; but the orkish accuracy wasn't enough to drag him down. With a thunderous roar, the Painboy slams his shoulder against one of the sluggas on the side of the enemy's company while bringing up his bonesaw to slam it down against the jugular. The sight of blood quickly erupts from the ork's throat, causing him to drop the shoota so he may apply pressure to the wound. But Skarsnikk wasn't done yet! Sending a heavy kick to the wounded ork's gut, the Painboy would send him reeling to the floor while towering over the injured greenskin.

With a wicked grin, the Painboy raises his right leg and instantly drops it down onto the ork's cranium - crushing the head and causing brain matter to scatter across the floor. But during the execution, the Painboy would take a shot to the stomach - causing him to cough up a glob of blood while screaming out to his medikk Grot. "ZUKK! FUREH!" Moving as swiftly as he can, the grot digs through the pak and pulled out a dripping red needle! But to remain safe, Zukk stays inside the pak while injecting the 'Fury' stim into the spine of Skarsnikk. As the fighting juice and fury stim now working together, the Painboy seems to be in a blood-hazed state. While Skarsnikk brings his bonesaw upwards to slice open the chest of a random ork, he'd be able to spot the Kommando crew dipping towards the alley - which causes Skarsnikk to lift a brow. Now curling his lips and jamming his syringe into the ork with an open chest, the Painboy began to inject the paste of a `sploding squig inside the enemy before sending a heavy kick to the ork's chest. Sending the slugga backwards, he'd bring both hands towards his front while releasing a low groan. With a wide grin, Skarsnikk quickly dashes into the smoke screen and proceeds to chase his ally while the ork he injected with the paste would erupt in a crimson mist; causing his limbs to scattered across the trading district and showering the green crowd with red fluids and intestines.

<Brigade>
"Fanks fer da juice Rot Teef!" Whoever had harpooned him didn't seem at all bothered by the electricity, if anything whoever he shocked was enjoying it. A mechanical fist rocketed out from the smog to smash him in the stomach followed by a choppa sweeping out to try and take his head off, the dulled axe head wreathed in smoke carried on toward his neck.

Mogg's shot was wasted on the side of the crumbling bar as the Nob darted out of sight. Sporadic fire from the mob of Orks outside the smoke made it through as spears of flashing brass amidst the confusion. One of the Mega-nobs shootas managing to score a hit that plowed into the meat of his hip as he hoofed it back to the cover of the broken piping.

"OH NOEZ YOU DUN'T COWAHD GIT!" One of the Nobs who had been out shopping launched himself after Skardrend as he left the smoke, boring into his legs and slamming him down as the overtaxed rokkit boots gave out after a few seconds. A meaty fist came down to try and crush his head into the floor like a scarred melon, missing by a few inches thanks to their combined thrashing.

Grob was lost somewhere in the smoke screen, firing his kombi-scorcha at foreign shapes that didn't appear to be proppa Kommandos. Somewhere in his fire he managed to score a few more of the other shoppers in the area helping draw in further Greenskins to the massed fight and muddling things up with greater confusion. Somewhere beyond their cloud of confusion an Ork stumbled back amongst the mob, his form beginning to bloat and flesh stretching out till it tore as the 'splodey squig bloomed inside him; then like a meat filled pinata he burst apart with enough force to momentarily stun the others around him giving Skarsnikk a clear go at pursuing either of the Kommando bosses. Skardrend busy wrestling with another Nob while the rival Kommando boss with the Tankhammer was hauling himself up onto a roof to avoid the brawls erupting in the alleys.

Even as he started to move he could hear the Mega-Armored Nob trundling about, hardly noticing the exploding slugga boy, simply assuming he was responsible as he continued raking three barrels of Orkish dakka across the cloud slowly starting to clear up within the area. "COMEZ OUT COMEZ OUT WHEREVA YA ARE! COWARD GITZ GONNA GET KRUMPED!~"

Krug sent another pulse snipa shot searing through the air, burning through one of Gork's Grindas who fell from a roof top and landed at Grob's feet. "Boss yooz might wanna hurry, fink deyz knowz da Brigade an da Grindas did dis! "