Skardrend applied a far less liberal amount of mud to his own skin and gear, avoiding the patches of purple on his skin. After all, why cover up his own sneakiness? As for the rest of his mismatched outfit, it all became the dark and muddy brown. "Mogg 'az it right. We'z take it slow, 'ead fer da furdest ov da guns even if we'z need ta go wide. We lay low if any patrols come by, den use dere own dakka against 'em."
<Brigade, Low Lurkas> Each of their allied Kommandos was already in decent shape when it came to kamo, their equipment naturally dyed a muddy Squig shit brown and their green arms dimmed down as well to something more fitting the murky environs with bits of paints washed into the creases between bulging muscles. Arm Chewah gave a nod making a mental note of such a plan for future use and snapped his fingers at one of his boyz. "Grot Kicka, take point. " A Kommando with a large jostling backpack lumbered forward and started off into the swamp, reach back into that same pack to chuck a Grot into the trees and another ahead of them into the water. Sloshing through the swamps they went, dry ground becoming further and further from memory as they oped to take the long route. A light film of mist obscured their view, then again vision wasn't great in the dense trees and waters to begin with meaning it only added to the paranoid atmosphere being fostered by the various Orkz as they listened for anything out of place. "Enemy patrol..." Ripples in the water reached them, originating from something gliding through the murk just beyond their sight. "'Old or eliminate Skar? " Arm Chewah looked over to the slightly larger Kommando Nob, curious for a new learning experience.
<Rot Teef> Grabbed his skull slasha in one hand and slowly moved, avoiding making too many ripples or making too much noise, into the roots of one of the nearby trees. He prepped himself to grab anyone unfortunate enuff to get close. He lowered himself as low as he could in the waters, making himself small and harder to see. He glanced back at da boss waitin fur 'iz nex ordas.
<Brigade, Low Lurkas> Suddenly silence, Rot Teef possibly having been spotted. A final ripple crawled over placid waters whilst a shadow closed in near the roots beneath the eager Kommando's position, two eyes protected by transparent lids shined beneath the surface as they inspected the Ork, a scaled body slowly shifting as finned arms ending in claws coiled about blades neared him preparing to strike...
<Rot Teef> Being nearly submerged himself he drew the double barrel slugga. Whispering in to 'iz comm bead, "Boss one of dos fishy gitz is 'ere." Holding it below the surface he fired at the weird fishy fing(sound should be muffled under the water). If it got any closa he wuz gonna giv em a gud punch wif 'iz stabby shocka fist. (Probably gonna get zapped too but I think it'll work)
<Brigade, Low Lurkas> The gun flat out refused to fire while submerged, choking up only a few bubbles under the water he found himself smashed up against the tree by a deceptively powerful Kroot breed they had yet to encounter. Lacking any of its trade mark quills the xenos had been shaped with fins along arm and leg, mouth a touch smaller with it's beak a bit thinner and flatter while a pair of gills opened up along each side of the neck. With spindly claws it brought forth two daggers only for Rot Teef to press them aside with his arm, leaving the beast open to a counter-attack. [ Kan can kill this one next post.] "Oh zog. " Arm Chewah watched as the waters came to violent life around them as more submerged Amphibious Kroot came to the fore to engage them. Three particularly aggressive specimens broke from their submerged cover to strike against Skarsnikk, Mogg and Grot Kicka. Mogg found himself with a knife driven into his chest, just below the collar bone from a failed attempt to skewer his throat, his assailant quickly ripping it out to withdraw into the water. Skarsnikk found a claw clutching to his arm attempting to pull him under for an easy kill however the Kroot had underestimated the strength of the Painboy and would pay the price of his life for it. [Skarsnikk can emote killing this one next turn on top of normal post. Meanwhile Grot Kicka came out in decent shape swinging his choppa into the belly of a standing Kroot gutting it then and there, exposing the scent of fresh blood to all nearby and turning the brackish waters a murky red/brown. Foes: Amphibi-Kroot Patrol: x12 [Left after all kills are performed]
Mogg was really really temped to fire his speshul shoota after the diving kroot after the painfull stab to the chest, but still hoping they could commit to this combat without too much noise just yet. And Boomstikk did have a number of choppy bits, so he could still fight them all good. He ignored the stapping pain in his chest as he readied to smack the first gelly kroot over the head as soon as he spotted one of them basteds.
<Rot Teef> He bashed the fishy git in the side of itz head. The fishy gitz head bounced off the tree from the impact of the heavy slugga. He proceeded to drag it from the water and shoved his big meaty fingers into its gills and ripped out the front of its throat, spilling more blood into the already murky water. "Oi get out da wata! Iz got an idea!" He climbed onto the roots and away from the water. Once the others were clear he wuz gonna try to shock the closest fishy kowadz by using his stabby shocka in da wata. (In theory it probably isn't strong enough to kill them, but it could stun the closer ones!)
The sound of this damned place brought paranoia through the mind of Skarsnikk and as he ventures deeper, the Painboy would be able to feel the grasp trying to pull him down. Rather than screaming like a grot fleeing from a growler squig, the Dok would suddenly start to hack away at everything in front of him and at the sides - incase it was an invisible enemy! But soon, Skarsnikk's mind would snap back it reality as he glares down at his arm. With a throaty snarl, the Dok began to swing his bonesaw downwards in an overhead smash - attempting to hack the kroot apart. But this wasn't just one swing. Annoyed and scared that the foul creature would simply walk off, Skarsnikk repeated his violent and brutal assault against the submerged kroot until the alien's body was nothing but limbs and guts.
