“Oi! You gitz ready to krump some metal fings?” Gobskrag asked his boyz over the roar of his wartrukk’s engine as it sped towards the frontline at breakneck speed. He had 11 boyz with him, all with sluggas and choppas, except for Ruznikk; he had a big shoota. Gobskrag himself had the luxury of wearing ‘eavy armor and wielding his trusty power klaw, Ol’ Snappy.
“WAAAGH!!!!!” they yelled in response.
“Good. Hope yer choppas is nice and sharp, I heard these fings don’t know how to stay dead. And watch out fer their green shootas I heard they - ZOGGIN ‘ECK!” Just as he was about to tell his ladz how the green shootas zapped through armor all easy-like, they were given a live demonstration as a gauss beam burst through one side of the trukk bed and out the other, boring a large sizzling hole through Ruznikk in the process. He looked down at the wound with an expression of confusion on his face before slumping over.
“Yar, they do that! I fink we’z close enuff to get stuck in anywayz. Zagtuff slow ‘er down a bit!” Gobskrag led his boyz in jumping out of the bed as soon as it was reasonably safe to do so. He scanned the battlefield looking for a fresh fight. His rival Snobgotz was already engaged with a phalanx of warriors and he didn’t want share. Then he saw them: a group of lychguard with dispersion shields and hyperphase swords. “Oi!” he bellowed at his ladz, “Let’s get them important lookin’ ones! WAAAGH!”
“WAAAGH!!!!” his boyz cried as they charged.
As they closed in with their foe, Gobskrag’s boyz loosed off some shots with their sluggas. Most of them didn’t even come close to hitting but one of the lychguard took a glancing blow to the shoulder joint and one shot was reflected back by a dispersion shield, hitting a boy named Skumrug in the knee. Then they clashed with the force of a kamikaze fighta-bomma.
It didn’t take long before Gobskrag realized his boys were outmatched. They had only managed to take one lychguard down before the others sliced through six of his boyz like a hot knife through squigbutter. Gobskrag himself had only managed to take down three, and he chalked that up to his fightin’ skill and Ol’ Snappy. There were still three left.
“You gitz are tuff, I’ll give ya that!” he bellowed as he shot one of them point blank in the face. “But ya fight like Grotz!”
Losing himself in the haze of adrenaline all orks live for, Gobskrag fought on, oblivious to the fact that all of his boyz had been slaughtered and he was now fighting the last lychguard in the group. He swung at the metal warrior with all his ferocity and might, managing to sever the arm holding the dispersion shield and putting a cocky grin on his scarred face. But it left him wide open. The lychguard seized the opportunity and plunged his hyperphase sword into his abdomen, tearing upward to his shoulder. Gosbkrag fell to the ground in a spray of blood. As he struggled to stay conscious he watched the lychguard walk past him. If only he could turn around, he would give him a farewell shot with his slugga. Then he got an idea. He took aim at the dispersion shield lying on the ground before him and fired. The last sound Gobskrag heard was the satisfying PLINK of metal on metal.
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Originally Posted by Brother Haephestus
