*realizes the other Eldar have already left* *thinks to himself, "oh dear, I hope I can get out of this in one piece..."* Um...yes! 'Zog' 'im! *knows that's not going to cut it...the Orks are getting smarter...think fast! Um...well the Old ones made both the Eldar and the Krork to fight the Necrons...there must be something! A correlation or antithesis...like...thought...we're both latently psychic, and we have to be good at that...that's it! Just don't think! Maybe that'll work! Yes! It's the perfect psyker defense mechanism! Zero thought!* Err...think, think...no...don't think...um... Eh...oh...heh...wha...it...oi!...? Oi? Oi! OI!!! OOOOOOOOIIIII!!! 'U gits! Wot d' u fink u's doin?! Dere's a humie roight 'ere ask'n for a rite thrumpin'!!!! U jus' gonna le' 'I'm leav' n' not get his wots wot?! U's keep ask'n fo a fight 'n wot u doo wen one comes rite up ta ya 'n smash ya in da face?! Ya jus' watch?! Imma go thrump ''im 'n if u pansie Orks don come wif den u's just dat ya gits! *starts charging up a hill*
Wotz dat Umie doin chargin up da Hill? I meanz, I could dakka 'im wiv ma Kustom Big Shoota...But... Itz almost funneh wotchin' im run up da slope. ...Nope, got lot less funniah kwite kwik. *Unloads fire at charging 'umie* DAKKA-DAKKA-DAKKA YA UMIE!!!
Bah..Dats not enuff dakka. Bessie getz Da Most Dakka uzin Pointy Eard Gitz tech I kustom made. From Trial n Errur...Mostly Errur...An' a few grotz. Anyhoo, ma point iz: WAAAAAAAGH!
*snaps out of it halfway up the hill* Oh dear! Where am I!? What?! I'm no mon-keigh!? SHIIITE!! *runs over the hill and far away*
*Mainwhile the Swooping hawk watch over the course of action, intrigued by his fellow eldar in trouble*
