Skardrend rolled on to his stomach, hurting... Ah zog, no time to really pinpoint the location. It felt large though! He rose on to his hands and knees, rage continuing to grow as this was yet another time that the Nob of Gork's Grinda's had thrown him from his feet. The Kommando Nob had had enough! With a howl of rage, his rocket boots kicked in for the first time in this showdown to launch him towards the charging Hurk. Blades flashing in what light penetrated the cloud of dust and misting blood that had been kicked up by the small explosives, he aimed to use his own rapidly accelerating weight to both tackle the Nob and force his power blades clean through his chest. ((OoC: Its the final countdown, dun na na...!))
<Rot Teef> Havin da 'vantage of seein da kowad tryin ta run an hide he started ta stalk his prey. He kept low and sneaky so dat he cud get close undetected and kill anotha Gork's grindas git! Da boss cud handle 'im self, besides if any otha ork interfered dey be krumped just fur botherin dem! Usin da shadows to his benefit he followed da Grindas kowad. once he gets close enough he's gonna do da 'Shocka Krump' (Stabby Shocka Punch followed with a Skull Slasha to the head). Once he'd get closer he put down da snippa dakka he took, and come back for it latta.
Skarsnikk narrows his vision onto the group of Deff Skulls, but as much as the ork wants to steal these fat loot, he was simply outnumbered. Now swapping out the needle with the squig paste to the standard Kalma, the Painboy quickly steps forward and peeks over the bag. From hostile to calm, the Painboy couldn't help but drool over the gear that the Deff Skullz presented before him! "Ah... Daz a pretty lit'o fing, ain't ya?" Skarsnikk quickly picks up the metal job and proceeds to study it carefully - making out the communication device inside the item along with the sturdy casing around it. Skarsnikk slowly chews on his tongue while glancing up at the Ork before him while darting his sight back to the metal jaw. "Ah'z tayk dis wun! `n lez see `ere.." Throughout the large scraps of metal and items that the Deff Skullz had collected from this massive chaos at hand, the Painboy's eyes were instantly drawn to the cybork limb with the blades for fingers. Like a baby ogryn listening to the stories of the Emperor, Skarsnikk quickly snatches up the cybork limb while calling for his grot. "Zukk! Get me bag o' teef. So Ah'z gunna take dese tuu, ya? `ow much ya wunt?"
<Skarsnikk> "Be six teef fer all dat Dok. " Extending his hand out for the coin pouch his two friends watched them expectantly, any attempt at running off with their loot unpaid for would most certainly end in terrible misfortunem specifically gun fire, lots and lots of gun fire! <Skardrend> (Natural fuckin 20, beautiful! ) "Wot da zo---" Hurk was once more struck by a hurtling Ork. This time one propelled on his whim rather than that of an angry scrap titan. With momentum, weight and superior weaponry on his side Skardrend burst through the Nob, his power blades skewering him through the stomach while the force of his rokkit boots carried them both several yards into the air before dieing out and sending them both in a crashing descent toward the floor of the Trade Hangar. Their crash became a crush for Hurk whom was rendered a bloody sack of shattered bones and pulped flesh that provided a pillow of sorts for Skardrend's own landing. Victory was his. <Rot Teef> Intending to find the git and actually doing it in the various corridors, gaps and alleys between shacks was something entirely different. Rot Teef became lost trying to find his target for some time, soon the hunter became the hunted. A large shadow loomed over him from above, giving Rot Teef just enough time to turn and see not the last of Gork's Grindas but instead a Nob; Boardgit to be exact. "Well looky wotz I got 'ere! A runt, was hopin ta find your boss in dis mess but I spose bloodin da blades a bit wiff one uv his underlings won't 'urt, C'mere ya grot!" The Nob pounced down toward him with a serrated blade as long as the boyz arm. Faster than any Ork had the right to be he had lanced the blade through Rot Teef's knee, driving it clean through in his opening blow. <Grob> "DAZ 'OW YA DO IT BOSS!" The Kommando came skittering over with his kombi-shoota in hand. Several other boyz not far behind him along with a few other spectators wanting a close up look at who remained.
(OOC: DICE GODS!!!!!! Really wishing I had grabbed the ultra Shocka upgrade now!) <Rot Teef> Howled out in pain and surprise from the sudden attack by the rival kommando nob. He didn't stand much of a chance in a fair fight against the nob, hell he didn't stand much of a chance in an UNFAIR fight! Nevertheless he wuz stuck in gud and proppa! He stabbed forward with his stabby shocka fist and attempted to fire the three barrel snippa shoota point blank into da nobs face! He'd have ta land a solid blow here if he hoped ta live ta tell bout it!
Skarsnikk began to rub his chin as he thinks about the price. Sure it's a bargain, considering the amount of clean teef that the Painboy managed to scrounge up from the amount of dead orks laying about. With a nod, Zukk snatches up the pouch and reaches in to pull out six ork cuspid teef before handing it over to the Painboy. "Nun o' deze gunna go bad on yuuz, aye? Ah dun wunna buy nuffin' dat be broken `n wot not." Skarsnikk squints both eyes as he stares down the Deff Skull for a brief moment before handing the teef over to the ork while sliding the parts over his shoulder and into the medik pak.
OCC: Sorry I have been keeping out of this rp! Not on purpose of course. Deran if you want to just include me somewhere so I can react and get back into it!
Skardrend rose from the other Ork's shattered corpse, pausing just long enough to claim Hurk's head as a trophy. He turned with it held above his head as proof of his victory, putting an indecent amount of effort not to stumble as his leg still throbbed like a Weirdboy's brain during a battle. The Kommando Nob roared at the crowd with his trophy, making it clear just who had won this.
OOC: Aye I have Grob in the crowd that was watching Skardrend's fight! <Brigade> "Rot Teef iz see da Grinda git comin down da alleyway behind yooz! Keepz movin outa sight! " Of course their ear pieces were all of such low quality they didn't have a means to contact each other personally making sure they all heard the warning. <Rot Teef> (These 20s, you lucky son of a brick. ) Sparks danced off of his cybork arm as Boardgit brought his sword against it, giving him a weak jolt that only served to piss him off right and goo--suddenly comically large shoota in the face. A single shot from Rot Teef with the unwieldy weapon threw him on his ass as his wounded leg gave out with that much recoil and sent his target sprawling backwards with half his face missing. Clutching an empty hand over his exposed brain through shattered skull a toothy snarl formed and the Nob came barreling at him once more; however the sudden lack of an eye played hell with his depth perception causing his blade to whistle by a bit too short, giving Rot Teef time to scoot back from it. <Skardrend> The crowd cheered and roared like the blood thirsty lunatics they were, cackling or stomping furiously as bets were paid off and losers were sent to sulk. The various Orks began to disperse, returning to their daily routine of eating, drinking and browsing between brawls. <Skarsnikk> "Pleasah doin business wiff ya Dok!" Like that the Death Skulls ambled off with their pay and ill gotten gains.
"Dats right yah gitz! Are boss iz da bess nobz. Betta den eny uv yah Orky grots!" Grob screamed at any that would listen. He was proud of being part of such a commando Kommando squad. His boss was one of the bests, maybe if he wasn't all un-Orky he would be a Warboss.
