PLOT TWIST!!!!! -Grinning even deeper as the man confirms his deepest suspicions. Harker gently nudges back into the chair letting a small item he had stashed away earlier slide onto the seat and begin leaking into the furniture and floor.- "It would seem the Imperium is very keen on getting me back but you have made some mistakes....you didn't frisk me for any items. You didn't bring more men to deal with a trained veteran of the Arbites. You also just told me what your plan was....that was a very stupid move. I would suggest we all calm the fuck down right now and tell your guard to put the gun down, we wouldn't want to blow us all up now would we? Smell that? It's engine fuel from another molotov cocktail I had made during the earlier confrontation...always have a back up plan....anyway, you even think about shooting me and I will blow us all up." -Pulls out another small bottle filled with the last remnants of the fuel, enough to ensure the entire room would be engulfed in flames. Standing up and placing the bottle casually in front of him, Harker takes out his maul and engages the static field and holds it casually towards the bottle.- "One wrong move and I kill us all. Now we are going to play this my way. Rule one, tell your man to put down his weapon and kick it towards the far wall. Call off any guards you have outside and drop any weapon you yourself have. Rule two, you and your guard are going to move to this side and I'm going to walk out of here."
A25 OoC: Ack! Ya leave for a few hours and find you were put on the spot! Torek considered himself a strong specimen of his kind, long and wiry limbs holding a deceptive strength that outdid the smaller humans. An Ork however, was a challenge. Broad to the point of absurdity and filled with enough rage and aggression as to match a Krootox when the hunger struck, there was no way he would stand by and let the Ork bog him down. Sneaky, Ork? Powerful legs propelling him backwards, the Kroot made a bee line for the tree that he had been able to view Mulch having headbutted earlier, long legs carrying him there and out of the way of Ork fists. Leaping around to the other side of the tree, he quickly jumped up and climbed into the branches, all out of sight of what had to surely be a furious Mulch. OoC2: Kroot Keep Away!
A25 "Oh no yooz didn't! " Mulch vented his frustration with a loud roar. He had dealt with enough of this tree nonsense with Sresk! Digging his clawed hands into the muddy ground he started searching for rocks or just grabbing particularly large hand fulls of mud that he would start chucking willy nilly into the nearby trees until he either hit someone or the kroot came back out to play!
A25 From his perch, Torek struggled not to laugh at the Ork. This wasn't a hunt, this was a game of keeping scraps of meat from the smaller fledglings! He waited until the Ork had his back turned from where he was hiding, legs bunching in preparation for another leaping charge. The Kroot rocketed out of the treeline towards Mulch who had been digging for mud, hands above his head and ready to drop the hardest haymaker he had ever given in his life. Just before he would have hit, he roared at the Ork. OoC: Attempted flying haymaker! Wanted a knee drop originally, but that ain't smart.
A25 "DEREZ YOO IZ!" Turning toward the roaring xeno Mulch received something akin to another tree slamming down on his head. Chuckling answered as Mulch threw out an arm to wrap about his opponents shoulders, his hunched form straightening after the blow as he swung his free arm back before sending his fist flying as hard as he possibly could at Torek's stomach. "Now daz waz a good 'it Beaky! I knew I liked ya fer a reason! Still no Ork doh. " His swollen eye had been split open by the impact and blood trickled down his face but as a testament to his races resilience, or perhaps stubborn idiocy, he stayed standing.
A25 Torek mentally cursed as the Ork's fist temporarily lifted his feet off the ground. Winded, the Kroot hunched down as he landed before quickly straightening and slamming his quill covered head up into the Ork's mug. He was already planning his next two moves, should he manage to get the Ork distracted long enough so he could avoid another hit like the one he had just taken. First an elbow to the same swollen eye, before moving to the injured, steadily becoming blinded side to deliver a kick to the back of the knee. If the damned walking tank would just stumble, the Kroot could get his breathing room.
A25 Mulch snarled with the headbutt, head snapping back a moment before swinging it back forward to return the favor however his foe had already moved away. As he stumbled forward from the momentum of his failed counter Torek was able to land his elbow swing perfectly directing him through a bog before his kick landed squarely against his thigh, knee missed during his stumble. Swinging back around the Ork stomped down to steady himself kicking up a large plume of muddy water that coated his body. "Arharhar! Skullcrusha hope ya watchin! Dis is a real fight!" He called out to the stands though there was clearly sarcasm in his guttural tone. Lunging forward toward his foe the thuggish greenskin began attempting to run him down, intent on grabbing Torek by both legs and swinging him into one of the trees if he could just get to grips with the slippery git!
Davian was tired from the day he soon went to his room after leaving the truck. He saw the dark eldar and tau heading for one room. "Huh what a interesting pair." he ponderd something for a momment then headed into his room. He did his prayers to the emporer and prayed for forgivness and to have the emporer and his primarch to watch over him. He then soon did some meditation Then locked his door then began resting his body alwalys to keep one eye open then. " Need a serf sometime." He thought to himself as he began resting He had a small headache but it wasnt much
A25 As Torek began to break away from the enraged Mulch, he felt something in his chest throb to the point of stopping him in his tracks. He snapped his jaw in anger as the Ork turned to chase him down. Must have cracked something, ancestral bones damn me! The Ork was far stronger than he was, hitting him felt like hitting the swamp trees of his homeworld of Teek, or the armored saurians that lurked the swamps. Without his speed, the Kroot had to admit he was running out of options. Still, he wouldn't let the Ork run him down like a Kroothound ran down it's prey. Take the offensive then. As Mulch lunged, Torek leaped up in a full on assault, left knee rising to crash into the Ork's face as his right arm swung down in a hammer fist. The moment his clawed feet made contact, they would grasp for purchase as the Kroot was intent on beating the Orks face in with a shower of hammer fists and elbow strikes. OoC: Second part is the attempt! Guess we should wrap this up shortly.
A25 OOC: Doesn't matter, long as it doesn't outrun the bout with Alldoom it can last however long~ Enjoying the fights against others more than the NPCs. The world was starting to spin again and he was wondering if one of the humans had shot him with more tranquilizer again. Baring tusk and grubby yellow teeth at Torek as he came in forward another flurry of blows in nearly the exact same fashion as Skullcrusha had he waited, shaking off several blows before catching each of the Kroot's limbs. "Letz see 'ow yooz like it den. " Yanking Torek toward him he returned the knee spike from earlier with even greater force, impacting directly with the same spot before throwing him down to the ground. Looming over him Mulch grinned before falling forward, elbow aimed to slam down on his stomach.
