<Rot Teef> Decided to press his advantage, he moved into the angered nobz blind spot. Dropping da snippa shoota he quickly tossed a stikkbomb in da direction dat git from da Grindas wuz comin from. Den he grabbed his trust skull slasha and jumped at da blind spot of da nob hacking at 'iz neck and lunging at his exposed brain wif his stabby shocka fist! Hopefully the explosion wud distract da nob AND get da Gork's Grindas git.
After the deal had gone through successfully, Skarsnik began to make his way over towards the dispersing crowd while Zukk examines the equipment that the Painboy had bought. As the grot made sure that none of the new gear were faulty, Skarsnikk would approach Grob from behind while glancing up at Skardrend displaying his new kill to the crowd. "Oi! Daz a neat lit'o `ead ya got dere boss! Yu'z gunna put dat on a spike fer a trofee?" Since the action seems to be dying down and the chaos coming to a full end, the Painboy couldn't help but feel somewhat left out since there was so much carnage laying across the trading district! The urge to keep scavenging for new limbs caused Skarsnikk to twitch slightly while he grits his teeth. "So.. We'z dun `ere?"
Skardrend pressed a bloody finger to his ear to ensure his Whispa device was still in place and when he found it, spoke quietly so only the squad could hear him. "Dok, get down 'ere an' look at me leg. Den yooz can loot dis Nob body fer parts." Of course, he meant the organic parts. His kill. His looting rights. The Kommando Nob sank to his knees as he began rooting through Hurk's pockets and pouches, aiming for explosives or perhaps more Tankbusta heads he could trade to Zurk to repair his armor.
<Brigade> "Uhh Boss? Krug here, Rot Teef is in a bit uv a spot wiff Boardgit and some Grinda git lurkin around. Can't get a shot on 'im, also good job krumpin Hurk! " Skardrend meanwhile was able to dredge up a number of interesting pieces from the fallen Kommando: Two frag rokkits were his for the taking ( 1 loot space), a bag of those mini-hand bombs that had been chucked at him though only five of the small bomb disc were left inside. (Counts as equip, no loot space used), on top of that there was a fat satchel of teef. Meanwhile.... A stikkbomb panged off the scrap wall of a shoota hut and bounded to the feet of a very unlucky Kommando whom only had a moment to consider what he was looking at before it slammed into the ground infront of it and detonated, igniting his stock of rockets in the process causing yet another explosion in the Hangar that flattened three different sales huts and reaped half a dozen more lads for the body count. The toss had cost Rot Teef though as Boardgit swung about violently on his feet bringing an arm into the side of his head with force enough to throw him into a nearby wall, vision darkening in the corners of his eyes as his head was rattled by the blow.
"Roight! On me way, boss." Skarsnikk quickly makes his way over towards the wreckage and the corpse of the massive Nob that lays flat across the ground with his decapitated. The thoughts of so many possibilities through that corpse definitely caused the Painboy's hunchback form to shiver in delight as he passes up the corpse. Now reaching Scar, the Dok would tilt his head to the side while studying the injured leg of the Kommando Nob from his tense duel with the Grinda. Scrunching up his nose and rolling his shoulders, Skarsnikk would speak up while pressing his syringe forward and forcing a small burst of Kalma to erupt from his needle. "Roight den! We'z got tuu opshuns, boss. Ah kan take off ya leg roight now, or Ah bring out me vampy squig ta drain ya bad bludd so Ah kan get a betta' view o' ya stompah. Ah recommend opshun wun." ((OOC: What injuries are we looking at here for Scar? So I know exactly what to do to patch him up."
<Skar & Skar> By all appearances the Nobs lighter wounds were the visible ones, damaged armor having been driven into his flesh in places alongside various shards of shrapnel, the odd scorch mark marring the healthy green coloring black. Whilst inside was the real work waiting to be done in the form of fractured hip bone along with some internal bleeding, nothing a good strong Nob couldn't survive but some care from the Dok never hurt.
Skardrend's eyes shot straight for the clouds of dust that had come with the latest explosion to rock the shopping deck, reduced to pinpricks of hate at the mention of the other Kommando Nob. He had already killed one today, he would kill another if he had to. Pretty soon the Warlord would be calling on the Brigade not so much because they had proven themselves to be the best, but because they had krumped all of the competition. "Krug, Mogg, get ova dere an' plug da grot! Soon as da Dok gives me BETTA advice, den I'z on me way." The Kommando Nob snorted at the Dok in his typical fashion, making it clear amputation wasn't the option. Most likely, all he would need is a quick stim boost so he could go about providing the Dok with another Nob body to work on. Hurk had given him plenty to work with, maybe he could use the explosives on Boardgit. If not, he was sure the Meks could appreciate a gift that could go boom.
<Rot Teef> He attempted to shake da darkness from his vision from the violent thrashing of Boardgit. The only fing useful dat bomb did wuz kill dat Grindas git and HOPEFULLY show da rest of da boys ware ta find 'im! Wif hiz leg still hurtin and hiz head swimmin, he started crawlin away from da spot he landed in. Wif any luck dat nob was still shakin by da blast. He grabbed sum of da rumble he landed in and chucked it soz dat Boardgit wud turn ta look fur him away from da snippa shoota. Stayin in da dark an in da nobz blind spot he moved ta grab da snippa shoota ta fire anotha point blank shot. Dis time usin da ground ta brace fur da recoil! Once he had da shoota in place he shouted, "OI YA STOOPID GIT! MORK'S MURDA BRIGADE BE DA BEST!" And pulled da trigger as fast as da shoota wud go! "DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA!!!" He may be a sneaka git but dis nob needed ta see jus who wuz killin 'im!
<Mogg> "Oiy sorry Boss, woz takin cover from some gitz finkin I was a Grinda, got some good informashun once weez all done 'ere!" Climbing out from an empty oil drum that had previously held a small portion of fungus brew he began legging it for the Hangar. <Krug> "Loud an clear Boss just gotta find a way down...." Like that he was booking it for the nearest ladder, he couldn't get a good firing angle on the alley way from up here. <Rot Toof> "Huh? " Boardgit swung around firing half his sluggas current clip into the pieces of rubble sending several rounds sparking off and deflecting several times along the length of their current alley before realizing he hadn't hit anything. Swinging around to address the yelling Brigade runt shouting at him the Nob found his last good eye leering down a barrel. Upper jaw opening to shout it was lost to another powerful point blank snipa shot that left only a lower jaw and wagging tongue a top a standing corpse.
"Gah! Yu'z no fun, boss." Skarsnikk wrinkles his nose and raises a hand up over towards Zukk that seems to be peering over the Painboy's right shoulder. "Zukk! Ah need a pint o' Fury, a mug o' foightin' joose `n a gob squig inside da joose!" Skarsnikk's grot simply stares up at the Painboy from the strange command that he had given and now raising his own voice, Zukk began to speak in a strange language that seems to be nothing but gibberish! With an agitated snarl, the Painboy backhands his grot while shouting at the tiny creature. "Ah'z da Dok `ere, git! Get me a pint o' Fury, a mug o' foightin' joose, a gob squig inside da joose, `n an eatin' squig fer da boss." Zukk sticks out his tongue and proceeds to blow at the Painboy while sliding down his shoulder and jumping into back. Through all the new loot that Skarsnikk had picked up, it only took half a minute for Zukk to locate these items. One by one, the grot tossed the desired items over Skarsnikk's shoulder while the Painboy caught every single one. Upon grabbing the Fury, the Dok pops it into an open slot on his rotating `urty syringe and pushes out the crimson liquid from the fresh pint. With a wicked grin, he would offer up the fighting juice over to the Nob's maw with a gob squig inside. "Drink it all up `n keep chewin' on da squig, ya? `elps ya fink bettah! So jes sit roight dere...' Using the pain negating and adrenaline fueled drink to keep Skardrend distracted, Skarsnikk would push his syringe up towards the Kommando Nob's neck - injecting every last drop of Fury into the ork's body. "All dun, boss!" After the injection, Skarsnikk pushes himself up and quickly runs a good distance away from the boss so the Painboy could live to see another day. (( Fury Effects : Rage/Adrenaline Stim. )) (( Fighting Juice: Powerful pain killer that makes Skardrend nearly immune to all pain and is a massive adrenaline boost.))
