This had gorne from okay, to bad, to reeeeeeely bad in just few moment, he could still move though, even though his leg felt pretty bad, he peared back up over the cover, hoping a stray bullet wouldent cut off his head.
He tried to get a bearing over the curret sitauation, and how he could either get those Grinderz, or do something else, worst case scenario was to leg it and just get away, but it wasent time for that yet, they could still get the job done, when the mega-nobs wherent stomping them no more.

<Rot Teef>

Who cud possibly know 'im dat wuznt in da brigade? Wait a tick, "Wat da Zog iz dis Scriblitz? Ya daft git!" He swung his stabby shocka arm ta block da axe swing and fired his slugga into wat he thought wuz da Mek gitz face. "Imz gettin me Teef back outta ya fur dis!" He lunged into da smog in an attempt ta spear da ork and shoot da stoopid git in da face!

As Skarsnikk makes his way through the smoke screen, the Painboy began to release a hacking cough as his eyes began to tear up from the darkened shroud. Due to the lack of vision in the area, the Dok seems to be quite lost in the mist and out of paranoia, Skarsnikk would start to swing wildly through the smoke - catching fleeing orks with his syringe and bonesaw. Now stuck in a state and confusion, Skarsnikk staggers backwards slightly and turns his gaze onto the rampaging Mega Nob that seems to be lighting everything up! Luckily for the Painboy, he managed to evade the volley of shots that the heavy armored ork had released into the smoke. With the Mega Nob still firing down the smoke, Skarsnikk quickly makes his way over to the berserking ork with a brilliant idea in mind! Giving off a wide grin as he quickly approaches, Skarsnikk would quickly change his smile to a frown while pointing over at the alley as he speaks to the Mega Nob. "Boss! Boss! Ah no'z `oo did dis! `e be runnin' down da alley roight now `n ya most loyal boyz is tryin' ta chays `im down! `e'z da nob wif an `ammah, yea?! `e wuz tryin' ta snik yu'z w'ile yu'z wos shoppin'!"

Skardrend had had it with these rotting Orks who were throwing a fit over their ruined shopping experience. He still had a firm grip on his knife and would look to stab the Nob through the clavicle, even as he brought his powerbladed right fist to try and impale his opponent through the ribs. Using this firm grip and with a snarl in his throat, the Kommando Nob would rocket his forehead up into the nose of the Nob. If he managed to get a moment to breathe, he'd even unwittingly work with Skarsnikk's ruse as he broke every Morky rule and shouted, "Oi! Doze lads on da roofs said yooz lot ain't worf ya GREENNESS! AN' DEYZ GETTIN' AWAY!"

<Brigade>
Rot Teef's arm proved rammed through the body of his assaulter, whom promptly stumbled over his previously dropped spear gun and planting his jaw right up against the snub nosed barrel of his Slugga. Trigger pulled several slugs ripped up through the boyz cranium causing him to drop his full weight against Rot Teef which was shoved aside despite the heavy metal limb. On closer inspection it wasn't the Mek, the arm wasn't made of the same rare metal as Scriblitz though it did appear to be his work on the arm judging by the exposed wiring job.

"DEYZ DID WOT?!" The Mega-Nob took the bait, eyes alight with fury as he began stomping into the alley way where Skardrend and the Nob wrestled. Whatever cry of pain came from the larger Orc finding a pair of power blades slicing cleanly through his ribs was lost as his head was hammered from existence against a wall when the Mega-Nob bludgeoned it in with his tri-shoota. Up close it was revealed the weapon had been hard wired onto his limb and was being activated by some other bodily impulse leaving him with a free hand which promptly grabbed the Kommando Boss and gave him a firm toss into the air toward the roof tops. "GIT DA ZOGGIN HAMMER GIT ON DA ROOF AN ALL HIS BOYZ!"

All his boyz! The Murda Brigade had turned the entire room against the Grinda's! If only the mob could effectively tell which Kommandos were worse, none of them particularly liked by the right thinking horde of pig faced warriors. Skardrend and Rot Teef were safe for the moment at least, being in the midst of the initial horde that was now breaking away to pursue the Grindas. Skarsnikk as well seeing as he was short any real identifying kamo or other such kunnin devices. Really only Krug and Mogg whom were in hiding or out of reach at the moment weren't safe from 'friendly fire' but at least it beat having to fight dozens of angry shoppers right?

<Rot Teef>

"Yooz not Scriblitz! Datz gud atleast!" He hacked da cybork arm off and stuffed it in his bag. He grabbed da spear gun and wire fur lata. Den looked fur anotha way ta get up ware da Otha kommandos went. It'd be betta ta come 'round from anotha direction. Plus da mass of angry shoppas might hit him. Using the comm beads, "Boss I'm looking fur anotha way 'round so dey don't escape!" He ran around the crowd stayin low an sneaky.

<Rot Teef>
Between the harpoon gun and the heavy metal arm the bag was threatening to tear, it appeared he wouldn't be able to stow both of them away with him as souvenirs. Elsewhere a greedy Death Skull taking advantage of the mayhem to do a bit of snatchin and looting set eyes on the Kommando, grinning broadly as he began to approach through the maze like set up of the stands and sales huts that sprung up in new spots daily, making way for the larger more permanent buildings like those run by the Meks or used as common meeting places.

<Rot Teef>

Tossed da arm ta da side. Da harpoon gun wud be betta inda long run. He saw da Death Skull and attempted ta lose dat git in da crowd while makin his way ta 'elp da boss.

<Rot Teef>
Fretting over the dropped limb the Death Skull let him take off, tribute had been paid properly and he could find some other git to swindle now.

<Rot Teef>

Seein dat da theiven Death Skull wuz not following him he kept moving. He didn't have time ta mess wif dat git, he needed ta find a way ta da top so dat he cud get da drop on dem Gork's Grindas.