A power klaw of the Nob leading the Boyz disintegrated more of the Plague Marines, leaving one left amongst them. One Plague Marine toppled over under the weight of six Grots and never rose again. Scratching and clawing the Grots climbed over the Plague Marines looking for vulnerable spots to attack. Choppas swung and sluggas were fired at close range yet none of the Plague Marines had fallen. Grots had suffered more than the Boyz as handfuls of them would never live to see another whipping. Lacking the enthusiasm of the Boyz, the Grots likewise charged for the Plague Marines, though forced and beaten into charging was more appopriate.Ī few of the Boyz were brought low by blades of the Plague Marines. As soon as their feet hit the ground the Boyz whooped and hollored in glee and charged for the Plague Marines. Thinking that if they killed the Chaos Marines fast enough that he might have time to try and fix the Battlewagon, Nazduruk raised and lowered his wrecka hamma, pointing it at the Plague Marines. Nazduruk was angered by the loss of a Battlewagon. A squig hound pulled taught the chain leash the Runtherd retrained it by, drooling and snapping at the Grots. However their ride was cut short and the Runtherd snapped his whip to encourage the Grots out. Apparently they had grabbed onto the side of it and climbed aboard when it had driven by. Grots began clambering down the ruins of the Battlewagon followed by a Runtherd. “Out!” came a yell from inside the Battlewagon. The other Berserker squad had never made it far beyond the shell of their Rhino with the Lootas and Warbikers having struck them down at range.
The Kanz had surged forward and charged into the squad of Berserkers, ripping them in half and throwing them in every direction. Fate was nothing if not ironic.īack in the north the second Rhino had been stopped by an endless stream of rokkits. The Sorcerer had spent centuries in the service of the dark gods, having faced things that would drive a mortal man insane to just look upon, and here he was being brought down by a hail of bullets from weapons wielded by Orks. His armor was rent all over and his life blood spilled forth. The shootas proved to be effective for more than just making noise as the Sorcerer was staggered back from the blows. The Shoota Boyz riding in the Trukk beside Nazduruk opened fire on the solitary figure. “Har, har, har!” Nazduruk laughed as he pointed at the Sorcerer and stuck out his tongue. The chaotic energy struck the kustom force field and was absorbed with a flicker of the field. The energy swirled faster and reached a cresendo, launching from the outstretched arm of the Sorcerer towards the Looted Wagon tailing behind the faster Trukks. The Sorcerer raised his hand and a swirling chaotic energy began surrounded him. In the east a lone figure was standing his ground facing down the advance of Nazduruk’s Boyz. From underneath the strewn pieces of the transport some figures in red armor got to their feet brandishing chainaxes, seemingly unphased by explosion. Much to the amazement of the Orks the Rhino exploded in a shower of flaming debris. The lurching Killa Kanz lended their shots at the same Rhino. The Wartrakks wasted no time and launched a barrage of rokkits at the nearest Rhino. The northern half of the Ork assault was the first to get in range. The other half of the army was driving north to catch two red rhinos and knowing red ones go faster they kept up a break neck pace. His attack force was speeding to the east to catch the single green diseased looking rhino that was plodding along. A shimmering green haze settled around Nazduruk’s trukk and the other vehicles around him.
ORKS RULES RED GOES FASTER GENERATOR
Reaching behind him Nazduruk flipped the switch on his kustom force field generator and with some rattles and groans it came to life. Nazduruk had also decided to split his force to meet each part of their force. What it was didn’t matter to the Sun’z Killaz, they just wanted a good fight and they knew the followers of the Blood God were of like mind. The Chaos Marines had split their force looking like they wanted to secure something with each prong of their army. The vehicles lept forward at the signal belching oily smoke from their exhausts and throwing up an enormous dust screen. Nazduruk raised his prized wrecka hamma and swept it down. The question was met with an overwhelming roar as the Boyz raised their choppas, stamped their feet and threw unwary Grots for sheer amusement. “Ye gitz ready?” bellowed Nazduruk to the assembled convoy of ramshackle vehicles that had halted momentarily to survey the Chaos Marines just ahead of their position.
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