Skardrend picked himself up, wiping off the shrapnel, powder, dirt, and the other Nob's blood from his armor with one hand.. And picking up a fallen Choppa with the other. He bared his teeth at the other Nob, "All I needz is kunnin', snotling!" The Kommando Nob threw the Choppa straight for the other Nob's face. If the Choppa hit home or forced the other Nob to duck, he'd used his rocket boots to impale his opponent before he could react, rending him apart up close and well within the range of the Tankhammer. If not, he would hang back and keep his distance, waiting for an opening.
Unsure of where the Mega Nob was storming off to since Skarsnikk pointed down the alley, the Painboy simply grumbles under his breath while stomping off towards the big scrap. As the Dok starts pushing his way through the crowd, his eyes would soon be drawn to the large pieces of limbs scattered throughout the trading districted. From eyes, arms, legs, and organs; Skarsnikk's eyes began to widen as if it was Gorkmas! Since most of the orks were gathering where the kommandos faced off, the Painboy swiftly rushes towards the deceased orks with limbs attached so he may start to get to work! Skarsnikk hacked and sawed his way through the bones - severing the arms and bodies while using Zukk to pluck the teefs of the dead orks.
<Skardrend> Bringing his left shoulder forward the Nob absorbed the throwing weapon with his shoulder, flesh parting until the axe head became embedded in bone. Not faltering a single step Skar's foe was upon him with a violent kick to lead things off, catching up to him as he backed too near to an observing Ork that gave him a friendly boot in the back to give him a little help in taking a blow of his own. Ramming his boot into Skardrend's leg a swift headbutt followed attempting to ground him entirely to wind up a blow for his hammer. "Hurk gonna teach ya a lesson bout hurtin till ya dead Skardrend! " <Skarsnikk> Amongst the limbs there wasn't anything too special, any items of note or most cybork bits had been ripped out by a number of Death Skulls lurking about. Amongst all the organs and scattered bodies the Painboy did come across a single bionic eye he might be able to install for some extra teef, or keep on hand as a piece to help out his new krew after a fight. <Mogg> An explosion rung out over the area, Mogg subjected to the full funneled fury of the black powder eruption scorching his skin and destroying much of the ventilation about him. With a screech of tearing metal the Kommando was dumped to the ground like a green kidney from gutted piping. A fresh round of blasts were enough to attract the attention of a few boyz with a poor view of the fight. "Oiy! It's one uv dem cowarin Grinda gitz! " This attracted the attention of seven different boyz about the trade district whom promptly bull rushed toward his position, several hefting shootas and the rest choppas. "Might wantz ta move new git. " Krug spoke into the comms-bead again. "Suggest ya leg it back ta da 'Ead Quartas fer safety. " <Rot Teef> Finding himself a route onto the roof-tops Rot Teef had a decent view of both the fight and the other roof-tops, however the streets below that were beyond his immediate area were absolutely invisible to him providing a maze of path ways more Grinda's might approach. For now none of them were showing their faces if they did yet live.
Skarsnikk tears off the arm of the dead ork that he had been cutting up clean off. With a yelp, the Painboy drops backwards onto his ass and quickly scrambles up to his feet while examining the fleshy green arm. "`ooo. Daz a perfek speshumen..." Skarsnikk tosses the piece of arm into his pack and continues to dig through the large mess of corpses, but a shiny red item would catch his eyes. With a toothy grin, Skarsnikk wades through the blood and gore while extending his right hand to pick up the strange device. As the Painboy brings it back up towards his face to get a closer look, he would be able to make out the 'expert' craftsmanship from his own kind. A bionic eye! With removing some dead flesh from the back and adding metal plate to the side, Skarsnikk should be able to get this item working. Grunting in satisfaction, the Dok quickly shoves the item into his pocket while he proceeds to harvest more organs and flesh for his experiments!
<Rot Teef> Tried to look at da human plane dat da Gork's Grindas wuz headin for. How many of dem gitz did dey Krump? He got two, Krug got two and da boss wuz fightin da boss. But how many mor were der? "Oi Krug, how many of dem Grindas gitz are der in der kompany?" He found out bout da raid maybe he knew der numbas. He kept his eyes open fur mor of da Grindas. Plus da fight wuz a gud an proppa one ta watch!
Skardrend shook the squidgeons from his vision, forced to one knee by the Nob's kick. Taking the time to stand would catch him a Tankhammer to the gob, so the only option was to go low and fight dirty. Just how the Kommando Nob preferred his brawl. "Gonna 'ave ta try 'arder if ya'z finkin' ya can teach me anyfin'!" He brought his hand still wrapped in a deathly tight reverse grip around his rippy knife shot out towards the knee of his opponent. Using his own twisting momentum, he aimed to spear Hurk and throw the Tankbusta off of his feet, power blades shooting first up for the arms hefting the Tankhammer, then around to pierce his back.
<Skardrend> Hurk was locked firmly in place for a moment as the Nob's close range charge wrestled against his own powerful legs, eventually buckling under the pressure and nearly forcing an unintended swing of his hammer towards the floor. Two power blades had speared through his right arm, not quite long enough to pierce cleanly through the other side but enough to nearly get through all the bone in the limb. Letting his hammer fall back in a one handed grip then slipping it through his grubby mitts until his fingers coiled firmly about the middle of its haft Hurk sent it flying around attempting to score Skardrend in his right side. Between their wrestling for dominance and trying to kill each other his aim was a touch off, causing the frag rokkit head to instead burst open against the floor as its head skipped across the ship hull and tore itself open in a burst of flame and shrapnel that sent them flying apart from each other and toward the edges of their make shift battle ring. Hurk appeared to be toughing out the worst of his wounds while Skar's heavy armor spared him too much damage from the blow, though it was already starting to tear and dent reducing effectiveness noticeably, the worst of his wounding from the blow being a fractured hip that flared with pain each time he even shifted his body. <Rot Teef> "Zog if I know, only found out dere planz. Iz got me eyes set on coverin Mogg right now an makin sure 'e naw get stomped by all dose boyz. " This left Rot Teef to handle watching for himself, which quickly revealed to him another Grinda was climbing out of the raised cockpit of the wreck. A rokkit-Launcher was strung over his back and a pair of rippy knives in each hand the Kommando was pushing toward the cover of various buildings looking to get out of sight ASAP. <Skarsnikk> Whilst he was busy frolicking amongst the limbs the Painboy was approached by a pair of Death Skulls hauling large bags of stolen merchandise and other contraband. "Well hello dere! Gotta business proposition fer yaz, my gitz an I 'ave picked up a few pieces of mekanical origin that one such as yourself might be interested in, care ta take a peak? "
Skarsnikk looks up at the Deff Skullz advancing towards him with a fat bag of loot. With a wide smile that stretches from ear to ear, the Painboy would nod his head while rubbing both bloodstained hands across his pants. "Ah kin always yuze sum new bitz `n skrapz fuh me wurkshop, ya? Wot ya gotz fer me, boyz?" Skarsnikk tilts his head to the side while gazing over at the Deff Skullz, wanting to do a quick number count of the krew as he places his `urty syringe arm behind his back. While his weaponized hand stays hidden, Skarsnikk slowly rotates the gear at the back of his syringe - twisting it ever so gently until the `splodin' squig paste needle took position for injecting.
The Kommando Nob rose to the sounds of grinding metal plates and vicious snarls, the pain in his leg enough to turn a Deff Skull an actual shade of blue. Spittle flew from his teeth as he set himself, rage turning him a darker shade of green as he thought of not only the damage to his leg, but to his precious armor! Who knew what kind of weapon he'd have to bring Zurk just to pay for repairs! A Tankhammer, maybe.. "Come on ya zoggin' Snotling! See 'ow ya fare wiv one arm 'afore I take both of 'em!" Skardrend set himself, clashing the blades together in ringing peals of steel to challenge his opponent.
<Skardrend> Rising to his feet and to the challenge Hurk chucked his tank hammer's pole toward him, reaching into a satchel bag at his side he pulled out a handful of small explosive packets that he chucked over toward Skardrend. Each explosive was surprisingly powerful despite their size, a single one having been powerful enough to throw him off earlier, now a shower of six landed amongst him tossing him around and landing him on his back in a pool of blood: His own and that of bystanders without the sense to keep back in a fight between a Kommando and a Tank Busta. Through the clearing haze of smoke Hurk came a charging, down to a simple bladed cudgel meant to cave his skull in if he didn't recover in time. <Skarsnikk> Slamming the bag down the lead Death Skull opened it up wide, hands dyed blue began reaching in to pull out various items. All in all there were three pieces; a metal jaw plate with a built in vox-bead (1 slot), A cybork limb with blades for fingers (2 slots) and last but not least a Scriblitz MK VV Shocking Boot Leg. (2 slots). The price wouldn't be cheap for a single item but as a Painboy he was in well enough shape from his duties to afford whatever he desired. OOC: Ya got three loot slots total so choose wisely~ The Cybork eye isn't taking up any space because it's just an eye aye aye.
