A11 Razauil moved away from his cover and stalked towards the fighting. He noticed how the gangers were completely focused on the threat at hand, that they neglected to watch their backs. Razauil approached the closest one, and without saying a word, he placed a hand on his mouth and sliced his neck. Dropping the poor soul on the ground, he turned and tried to reach the second victim. Was that luck or something else, but the man turned and saw the Dark Eldar. Razauil shouted and jumped at him, slicing across his chest before he fired a gun at him. But that alarmed the others gangers who were still alive. Seeing that he wasn't about to survive a full gunfire burst, he danced away and jumped behind the closest car. "You are all dead, you just don't know it yet!"
A11 Resh grew somewhat impatient with her current position and snuck a look at her kin. "Psh. I'll join in the fun as well." She didn't wait for a second to pass before launching herself forward and looking for a fight. She quickly found an unsuspecting victim, pouncing at him from behind and grabbing on to his head, smashing his nose on the rockcrete ground. Pulling his head up, she looked at the mess her momentum made. It was a mon-keigh youngling, his face a distorted bloody portrait painted by a violent madman. As her last real 'game' with a sentient being had been a while ago, she pulled him into a corner where she was sure they would be uninterrupted. "Hello, slave. Let us make art", he heard, and a scream began forming in his lungs, but before he could articulate it, an impatient blade had removed his pathetic 'gang colours'... a jacket he chose to wear instead of, well, armour? For her current work, the Dark Eldar had something in mind she had already seen many times but never attempted herself, a little detail from Mon-Keigh history her Archon had enjoyed. She cut open his torso, revealing a huge mess that took her a while to figure out. "This particular method for the medium 'mon-keigh' is called... blood eagle. I hope you'll enjoy. I certainly will." His screams were terrible.
OOC: Yes and nay. Don't watch Vikings but I guess it's in there. The blood eagle is a (debatably) real thing that the vikings did. I think it's pretty Dark Eldar, and that most of them would probably find it awesome.
"Wha-? WHERE YA GOIN?" Deff'ead was quite confused by the other ork's behaviour, as he didn't see the truck go by. He started off after him only when the other two eldar did and they were much faster then him. By the time the greenskin got there, most were already dead or dieing, in the case of Resh's victim quite painfully. Out of breath he ran up with his warhammer shouting "I can 'elp too!" before smashing his weapon into the last enemy's legs, it seemed to work and it it was quite funny to watch people almost flip from the impact. He was about to administer the final kicking when he had a thought, picking up the newly made cripple he shouted: "GOT ANY HIDDEN DAKKA BITZ?" into his victim's face.
A11 The Firewarrior hurried towards the enemy, taking cover behind the Ork and opening fire, using him like a Riot Shield. "DIE YOU MISBEGOTTEN HUMAN!" She roared, firing three salvos upon the remaining enemy.
The man spluttered, the pain unbearable, his words lost in gargles of blood in his throat. OOC: Deff'ead has hold of the only remaining enemy, and kill steals are a no no.
A11 finished with his mulching, Mulch looked down at the bloody paste and splintered bones beneath him. The poor lads jacket was all that really remained intact and the Ork decided to take it, ripping off the sleeves to wear them as arm bands just below his shoulders. "Well daz some snaz right there! " looking about he decided it was time for loot! Making his way into the trucks he started hauling out crates to load up into their own vehicle, completely oblivious to the better idea of just stealing the trucks.
