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!!xr5GpC4Hw2Q 04/02/10(Fri)21:45 No.8944201You move faster than you ever have before in your cumbersome armor, speeding down a level to the engines where the Nobz must be hiding. Indeed, they are, and yet more slugs greet you as you descend the ramp and spot them. They roar, but it is halfhearted and full of fear - more fear than they felt when fleeing from mere Tau.
Again you charge, not bothering to fire as you do. These slugs sting as they hit you, several ripping through your armor, but you are relentless. A juggernaut emobdying all that is Orky, you could have moved the miles-high mountains of the western wastes.
The Nobz eventually stop shooting and power up their klawz. They storm towards you but the first of them has their head collapsed with a brutal thump. The second attempts a side attack, but your gun is too quick for them and they are blown away by a grenade. Now feeling the sting of heat, you do not let the final pair make the first move.
Both seem willing to give up, to swear allegience, to make amends. It doesn't matter because you don't care, and Gork & Mork would take away their blessings if you did. You reach them and shoot a couple slugs at each, enough to blow out their knees but not kill them. You stand over them and cackle sadistically. You lift a boot and stomp - repeatedly, methodically, powerfully - until an arm comes off. Then the other. One Ork is screaming in agony, unable to do anything but writhe in agony. The other is crawling away with shattered leg bones. You raise your shoota. One slug explodes his skull and he collapses without further fuss. |