Reddiy wasn't much help while their Mek Wagon was moving, he couldn't fit out the windows with his heavy shoulder bitz so he made his way up top with the Warboss, turning around and pulling his pants down, taunting the on coming bikes with his ass to them, waving it about... just as the truk was hit in da wheel he flew forward and landed on his face... the ramps opened up and he made his way down again, stepping out the back ramp he fired aimlessly at the oncoming bikers shouting "COMZ AND GETZ IT YA FRUITZIEZ... WWWWAAAAAGGGGHHHH" as he let loose knowing that he would hit something, covering the mek while he banged away at the Wagon
Graknit grinned from ear to ear as he saw Bikers flipping end over end, firing at bike and after bike before spotting the Warbuggies coming in at them fast and his grin became impossibly wider. "Oh, Gork! I WANT ONE A DEM TINGS!" Running forward from the wagon and quickly going to one knee, he brought his Shoota down and braced it across his left forearm as he pulled the trigger again, shell casings flying into the air as he attempted to behead the driver and gunner. "YA DRIVIN' ME BUGGY, YA GITS! ZOGGIN' BAIL OUT!" OoC: Aiming at the one with the stikkbomb launcher!
"oh zog it" as he spoke skargutz disapeared with a pop reapearing ontop of an enemy wagon lifting the hatch on top of it and droping one of the stickbombs inside then he poped onto anouther and did the same to the other then poped back onto the mek wagon in time for the two to blow up
Flash dropped his wrench again, and began to pull on the wrecked bike with both hands, his leg pressed against the hull of Da Iron Hog. ''Frag it, someone get over 'ere and help me pull dis bike out of da wheel...fing,'' Flash yelled, continuing to pull.
Reddiy moved further out the ramp, never letting his finger off the trigger until he ran out of dakka and needed to reload... he stood covering the two pulling the bike from the wheel of the Wagon, his large eavy shoulders and Boss pole providing him with a bigger frame to guard them should any rounds come towards them...
With shell casings flying through the air and howls of both pain, joy and the loud roar of engines, Rumblestitchkin knew that it would soon be time to operate. Perhaps even on an unwilling patient... In the mean time though, the mek needed help and he didn't fancy the idea of having to stitch himself up after being blown up by those warbuggies.
OOC: Hell yeah this is what we like best! IC: The twisted wreck of the war bike was soon hauled free of the tire but it had made an utter mess of the thing and with a deafening bang the tire blew apart. Da Iron Hog sagged to the side, there were a few spare tires up in the Wagon though. Gob's covering fire tore the oncoming Ork apart before he even knew what hit him, another pair of Warbikes were closing in but further covering fire kept them from getting close enough for the sheer volume of gunfire to actually hit them. Skargutz spear of green lightning struck an Ork warbiker, the bionic limb on the git exploded from electrical surges and he howled in pain but wasn't out of the fight yet as he chucked a burna bomb at their wagon, engulfing the top in flames that quickly spread toward Gob manning the turret. Graknit's fire panged harmlessly off the war buggy, better armed and armored than the bikers harassing them currently. It's Stikkbomb chucka fired again landing near Reddiy and showering him with shrapnel while it's twin linked big shootas unleashed a torrent of high caliber weapons fire at the windows of Da Iron Hog. Blowing apart one of their Shoota boyz who had been with them along with blowing off a chunk of Graknit's arm. Lightning Head shouted those classic Ork words of "Zog You!" and rather suddenly....the Ork Nob grew larger! Stronger! Meaner!....Larger...and larger...and POP! His entire body exploded like an over ripe melon. Drugga found himself a pair of Ork warbikers forced to footslog it as their rides had been proper krumped, they were closing in on his piece of wreckage but were entirely unawares of his presence causing them to vault or leap over his piece of cover and carry onto the rest, his surprise bout of shoota fire blew open their backs before they knew what hit them.
After much dodging and lootin, Grimchoppa returns to flashdakka with various bitz and scrap from the carnage. A broken axel, wood, three kinds of bolts and mismatched screws, a warbike stearing wheel, and some pocket teef, etc. "Ere ya go Flash boss!" He proudly drops before him, the teef being an exception. The warbikers bearing down on them startle Grimchoppa, so he starts throwing bits from his own looted pile at them. Hoping to upturn their vehicles. "Dis doesn't look good boss!"
