Graknit picked the snakelike gribbly, hefted the Nid high over his head before throwing it over the side of the Trukk. The surviving Grots were busy hiding as shots still riddled the Trukk. The line of Orky vehicles weren't going as fast enough as the Nob would like, not fast enough at all! The Tankbusta hauled himself up over the driver's compartment, one meaty paw gripping the exhaust popping out of the front, Shoota hanging at his waist and a Pokkit Rokkit in his other fist. "GET DA LEAD OUT, UVVAWISE I'Z COMIN' IN DERE DRIVA!" The Tankbusta Nob waited until the Trukk neared the next closest vehicle.. Before leaping over! Eggit - Who had been hiding for his life in a bag o' bombs, finally stuck his tiny head out. "Boss! What we'z doin'? We'z leavin' da rest o' da grots behind!" "I know dat Eggit, dey'll catch up. Whateva zoggin' gribbly is slowin' us down, e'z about to catch a Rokkit to da gob."
Stepping out the back hatch facing the hordes of skittering masses, Grimchoppa grins with sudden inspiration. "Oll right ladz, time to char em! Lite ya bottles!" Stormsboyz in ear shot heard this and instinctually knew what he meant. Pulling orky grog filled bottles, with squig hair shoved into the top, from pockets. Striking a match and then lighting his molotov cocktail, the stormboyz followed suit. Even some other boyz who caught on and picked up the first thing not nailed down, readying to throw. "TIME FER DA BIG BOOM!" They bombard the tyranid horde. Much laughter was had.
Gob cougfed in the pain, this felt very wrong in this air. He tried to clear the air a little by taking forth an orkish lighter that he had looted, he then flicked it on a little from his face.
"Gob ? I fingz wuz needs go ner the light, dat's unorky to stay ere, wuz dan't see nothin an' wuz can't shoot on somefingz yah dan't see !" Pill'Kraz hate dark, he always prefer a big fight in air than sneak in the dark, you can't loot when you see nothing !
Gob/Pill'Kraz The lighter refused to work, upon closer inspection it was revealed the spores were choking the devices mechanisms. More sloshing became audible all around them as if they were surrounded by Tyranids though no screeches or growls could be heard. Pill'Kraz could see out of the corner of his eye that a long snake like creature was slithering about on the floor a few feet away, he could see that it's tail was tipped by a hooked claw while the head was lost somewhere in the midst of the cloud. The effect of the spores was becoming that much more severe as they spent more and more time in the cloud to the point that one of Pill's teef began to slant forward then simply fall out, pulled from his rotting gums by it's own weight. Convoy- A wall of fire erupted behind the Orkish convoy, setting the ground a blaze and forcing those Tyranids above ground below lest they be consumed and even then a good many weren't quick enough on the draw. The same could be said for the slower elements of the Orkish convoy but without the dead weight they were able to begin making full speed ahead. Grimchoppa and Co would of been apart of that dead weight were it not for the timely Rokkit strike of Graknit whom blew off the limb keeping them pinned in place.
"Dis iz bad, wes need to go outa ear, dis aind no ork spores" Gob said as he began mooving for the light, also setting his snazzgun to highest krank if they would need to carve their way out, he dident plan to die in some stupid poisen cloud.
"Der ! A BUGZ ! Kill it !" Pill'Kraz raised his Deff-Gun on the creature he just see and shooted, the flash of the gun lighted the room and Pill'Kraz and Gob can see the Creatur who were after them.
The price for him having saved the hides of the Boys in the rear of the convoy was them having to endure his smug bellows of laughter as he hunkered down along the top of the Trukk he had hopped to. "Any o' you Snotlings lookin' inta bein' my bootlick, da line starts 'ere!" This called for one of the giant cigars he'd found in the Ogryn's armor, if the gribblies weren't still trying to zog the convoy. The Tankbusta started putting out a hail of bullets occasionally punctuated by the scream of a Rokkit as Eggit took aim with a Pokkit Rokkit.
