OOC: Hope no "Ork snipers" in that valley there . The cough of his steed was not liked, but Ramiel knew that it was built for this purpose and it was serving very well. Ramiel was never intuned with machinery like the Scions of mars, yet he could feel the machine spirit of his bike. A feeling he had never encountered before. Maybe others have felt this feeling before. The feeling of Furious Rage. Ramiel yelled out a sharp battlecry and made a sharp turn to follow up on his attack. The choppa boy were slightly stunned by how quick the vehicle had turned back to them. They were even more shocked when a fast white vehicle speed through the group again. This time decapitating another Ork and running down another. With a hard screech, Ramiel's bike drifted. A skill he had been desperate improving on and finally able to use in battle. While his bike was almost gliding on its two tires, Ramiel sat strait with his arm extending out, shotgun in hand. In this position he had a clear strait shot at the orks. While almost a whole clip of shells were released, only another three orks fell to their death.