Releasing a bellow of smoke from his lungs, Lug gave a snort of disdain towards the elf. Damn things preaching about their goddess or whatever. It mattered not to Lug, he knew for the most part that they were all talk and while some of them put up a decent enough fight they were just too fragile in the eyes of the Ork. Turning away from the little group, seeing as they had no interest in talking to him, Lug decided to think up his own plan. Looking around he could see that the wyrdies were everywhere, especially over there where a new victim was being torn apart. Zoggin bastard went down screaming.
Another wave of smoke left Lug's lungs as he took one last drag from his cigar before grinding the tip against his finger, he would finish it later. Putting it with the other cigars in his case, Lug ignored the little runt that talked to him and continued to stay put as the group left. Well, all but one at least. She had moved on, not one to go with the elf and that meant that she at least wasn't easily fooled by their superiority complex that filled the elves very being. Plus the way she talked was pretty Orky, so that meant she was all right in Lug's book.
Watching her go he saw that she was quiet the shot, all if not most of her shots hit the wyrdies dead center in the head. Killing all of them. Interesting, so that's how you kill them dead. However it was becoming apparent that she was going to get overrun pretty soon as she ran out of ammo. Taking out his Mek Wrench, Lug grinned a toothy grin as he dropped from the roof. His fall was a heavy one as his muscles and bones absorbed the shock of the fall but after a little hop or two the tinglies went away.
Seeing the hoard was just upon her, Lug charged forth with the traditional battle cry of his people, "WAAAAAGH!!!"
His battle cry drew much attention from the hoard and away from the girl as the turned to see the louder source of food. Unfortunately for them they found that a Mek Wrench was highly unappetizing as it smashed through their heads with ease. Laughing as he did so Lug swung in a large ark, the bladed part of his wrench cleaving heads and torsos alike. However there were a lot of them and he could not take them on his own without some support.
With ecstatic pants of excitement, Lug ran through the opening he had made and hooked the ladder to the fire escape over with the wrench before pulling it down and climbing it. As he did so he said "Oi! Unless you plan on gettin ate than 'urry up and climb!" with a toothy grin plastered on his face.
