Skardrend cast a suspicious glance about, rippy knife in one hand and Slugga - effectively turned club due to the swamp water - in the other. "Stomp 'em all lads! No survivas ta report back!"
Grob didnt even hear the command before he began crawling in the muddy water, the look of the nob said enough. He was sure to move slowly and sneaky, wouldn't want to send to many ripples down the water or make splashing sounds. With his left hand he held his Kombi-Rokkit and with his right he held his Choppa axe. Maybe the other kommandos would distract the beakies and he would have a chance for an ambush. OOC: Im not 100% sure, but what are these beaky bois? SM or kroots or maybe unknown?
Kroot popped up repeatedly in my last post so, Kroot x3 <Brigade, Low Lurkas> The idea of 'getting out of the water' seemed foreign leaving Rot Teef with little chance to safely use his shocking technique for the moment. Having been the first to draw attention he would then be the first to bring about more of the enemy patrol. Forward scouts dealt with the entire pack came now, leaping free from below to lash out as beaked maw crashed into his stomach knocking him from his perch and down into the waters with the air forced from his lungs. Skarsnikk was left with a dead piece of mincemeat by the time his little freak out was over, it had given the Kroot a target for what they assumed was the most violent of the Orks and they began to close in on him aiming to kill off the supposed leader. Two rose up on his flanks, reaching forth they grabbed onto his arms and tried to drag him back into the waters to drown him or at least disorient the Painboy for an easier kill. Yet once again their strength was being put to the test and they were stuck tugging against him as his feet rocked unsteadily below. Mogg found a nearing Kroot beneath the waters surface, a quick swing of his speshul shoota had left a deep gash in its head causing a leaping charge to fail, only leaving him with a slight cut across his right side where it had been knocked off course. Skardrend was cut short in his call to combat, a Kroot ramming into his chest with both its knives and trying to force them through into his heart. Before it had a chance to do such the Nob brought his slugga club down against the head, dazing it a moment for a knife , more a sword to the Kroot, to come down and gut it right open. Grob for the moment was trailing just far enough behind that he went unnoticed and thus was free to act, the element of surprise with him by the looks of things. He could make out at least ten of their foe gliding about around the team, it would only be a matter of time until he was found. Meanwhile the Lurkas were digging in to hold off their foe, Arm Chewah isolated a moment by their predatory foe was slashed across the back and turned around right into a second blow that took off a chunk of his cheek. Suitably enraged he lurched after the Kroot only to slam his fist down on a cluster of above ground tree roots while his initial target came in at the side to bite a chunk of flesh from over his rib. Grot Kicka found himself under the same sort of assault by a clever hunting pair, first strike slicing a shallow groove over his stomach, the second failing thanks to a quick boot back that crushed the other half of the hunting pair's head. Two Orks from the Low Lurkas fell in rapid succession, each one trying to climb up onto the roots for safety to try and get the drop on their foe only for the amphibi-kroot to bait them into jumping and then getting their necks torn open upon being submerged, blood masking the surface of the swamp water. Enemies Left: Amphibi-Kroot x 9
The Kommando Nob sloshed about, eyes searching for another opponent in the waters below. His gaze crossed those of the Low Lurkas who had jumped in and failed to resurface, "Aw fer da love ov Mork.. Stay above da waters!" Knife held up near his face in a reverse grip, Skardrend was ready to try his heavy hand at fishing for beakies.
"Yu'z bluddy gitz fink ya kan tayk me?!" Skarsnikk may be the runt of the group, but even a Painboy can be proved to be ded `ard! As the Kroots continued to tug and pull the Dok away, Skarsnikk would try to force his body to move forward - pulling them with him; but an idea easily comes to mind! With a loud grunt, Skarsnikks would rub the rotating mechanism on his syringe against his pants until the red container pops into place. Now injecting himself with a healthy those of Fury, the Dok's body began to tremble while he releases a vicious snarl. Now pulling forward with all his might, Skarsnikk would attempt to spin around! If successful, he'd begin to hack and slash his way through the scrawny Kroot arms while slamming his weapon downwards to crush their skulls while raising his right leg and trying to curb stomp one of the rotten worms.
Using da Boomstikk as a club seemed to be working just fine, though the damn fishybeakie had still cut him once again, he did belive he had come out on top this time. Now bradising the bulky weapon more like a big spiky club, he jumped after the one that had cut him, now to make sure he killed the dawn thing with a downwards swing.
<Rot Teef> Re establishing his footing, he holstered the useless slugga fur hiz lucky skull slasha. He back towards da roots to limit the sides that he could be attacked from an prepared to play a bloodier version of 'Wack a Mole' wif da fishy beakies when dey leap out at him. He gripped the skull slasha so he could swing it like an axe. He scanned the waters ready fur da nex charge.
<Brigade> Skardrend sloshed over to where the Low Lurka's corpses now floated, stabbing through the swirl of bloody water he managed to spear himself a Kroot clean through its spine. His hunting partner swept in against his legs and sliced at his ankles but misjudged how thick his armor was earning no real blood. Skarsnikk was in a good spot right now, with a fresh injection kombat drugs the Kroot whom were already struggling were lost entirely as he swung them forward slamming them into each other allowing him to go to town with his equipment crushing skulls and stompin' 'em right and proper. Mogg gave a firm swing of his Speshul Shoota, impaling the staggered Kroot in the midst of recovering from his charge on several spikey bitz before giving it a firm swing into the nearby tree with a loud thwump and a sickening crack. Another reared up behind stabbing a blade down into his back, slicing it along and remaining lodged in place for a minute while the Kroot tried to push it in deeper. Slashing out at an approaching Amphibi-Kroot the weapon was torn from his hand, his body from its perch and his head quickly buried in the shallow muddy bottom of the swamp. His assailant trying to suffocate and drown him. Arm Chewah hewed open the gut of another Kroot with a reverse slash of his rippy knife only for a pair of vengeful Kroot to rise up from below, one slamming against his stomach whilst the second used him for a boost with one claw settling about his comrade's shoulder to push himself up and drive his blade into the Nobs eye, stabbing him through the brain and ending the Low Lurka's Kommando Boss. Grob meanwhile had approached to support the other Nob, closing in time to see him die and tackle into one of the Kroot, submerging them both while he violently stabbed any life out of it. Grot Kicka closed in with him as well to ram his shootas bayonet into the foe, loosing a few shots into his gut, sound muffled thanks to a purple paint scheme and the now dead kroot. [ 3 Amphibi-Kroot Left. Rot Teef kill One, Mogg kill one, Skardrend kill one]
Grob was surprised when the nob fell into the water before him. So surprised he had clicked the Rokkit trigger....
