Lightning bolts crack, an ork falls to the ground, encased in flames and burning out to a charred corpse. Just as it seemed this violence was the end of the chaos wrought by the psyker, a bag on the charred corpse began to hiss. THe lightning bolts still coursed through the metal in the ork's ammo bag. With an inferal blast, the ammo bag explodes. The ork missing a leg is spared by the explosion due to lying prone already, its comrades are not so lucky. One is thrown backwards by the shockwave, landing on the ground with a satisfying thud. The other ork is shredded by fragments and still unexploded rounds. The xenos hardy anatomy makes it soldier on though, regardless of the fact you have a pretty direct sight on its heart now.
"Boss! dese gits can see us!" One of the orks shouts in their guttural speech. As if by some magic trick, you suddendly see the crater the sluggas emerged from to be filled with about ten more orks. five more wielding sluggas and choppas, three carrying shootas, one lugging around a flamer, and a particularly large specimen painted with splotches of purple and armed with a shoota in each hand... A kommando nob. "Wot are ya blabbing about ya grot! Of course dey can't see us! dey just got some lucky shots off is all! I told ya I's so gud at being cunning I sneak for all o' ya, didn't I?!"
Doubt seemed to retreat from the orks eyes, and as if by some trick of the warp, you suddendly find yourself losing track of the orks again. It seems these slugga boys were just the first wave of a larger group. Among the charred bits of the exploded orks, you can hear a rather menacing hissing. the sound originates from a remaining stikkbomb. Red hot from the lightning that ran throuhg it and ready to explode at any moment. The two downed orks see it too and try to crawl away from it. The torn-apart ork just continues his attempt at charging into the trench, uncaring of both the explosive and the fact his internal organs were visibly falling out of a rather large hole in his abdomen.
"Boss! dese gits can see us!" One of the orks shouts in their guttural speech. As if by some magic trick, you suddendly see the crater the sluggas emerged from to be filled with about ten more orks. five more wielding sluggas and choppas, three carrying shootas, one lugging around a flamer, and a particularly large specimen painted with splotches of purple and armed with a shoota in each hand... A kommando nob. "Wot are ya blabbing about ya grot! Of course dey can't see us! dey just got some lucky shots off is all! I told ya I's so gud at being cunning I sneak for all o' ya, didn't I?!"
Doubt seemed to retreat from the orks eyes, and as if by some trick of the warp, you suddendly find yourself losing track of the orks again. It seems these slugga boys were just the first wave of a larger group. Among the charred bits of the exploded orks, you can hear a rather menacing hissing. the sound originates from a remaining stikkbomb. Red hot from the lightning that ran throuhg it and ready to explode at any moment. The two downed orks see it too and try to crawl away from it. The torn-apart ork just continues his attempt at charging into the trench, uncaring of both the explosive and the fact his internal organs were visibly falling out of a rather large hole in his abdomen.
