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Garden of The Dark PBF - Main Thread
Silhar:
"Noo, ya idiot, hu'z YER boss?!", taunted the greenskin, taking a step closer and raising his fist, armored and spiked. "Speak or..."
Luckily, both Ramirez and Sulyen remained unsighted, as the remaining three Orks laughed at the Mek, each of them caring neither about an Eldar running swiftly nor Arbite preparing for combat. Their senses drowned both by heavy rain, loud shouting and pitch darkness, none of them saw any purpose in leaving such a delicious occasion to laugh.
Then, silent humming in the background, unheard and uncared, turns twenty times louder - into a brain-damaging alarm-like screech. Perhaps the Eldar's hasty steps triggered the contraption buried in the ground half an hour before.
"Whuzzat?!", roars the huge Ork, looking around. As far as one can see in the darkness, its face shows a mark of suprise - or slight awe.
Xander Morhaime:
The mekboy's face turned into a grin of realisation, and he happily pointed a finger straight up at the sky. "Boss up dere... got 'isself a 'uge krooza, too... Told Magork to get down and find some good bits for bigger shootas for da krooza an' do some other stuff, so..." the mekboy shrugged. "Can't argue wiv' da boss, ya?"
At the noise, the mekboy flattened down his stubby ears a bit, shaking his head. "Dat ain't one o' mine..." he said, looking about as confused as the rest of the orks.
Aramilllion:
Zenth swore noiselessly, when he heard the strange sound and realized that is attracted the Orks' attention in the bad way. He looked around quickly and examined the surroundings for the source of both upcoming troubles and the sound.
The Arbitrator prepares for a rough fight and aims at the biggest greenskin in the band, that one which 'talks'.
Then he awaits the right moment, dangerous situation or a miracle, whatever comes earlier.
Silhar:
The greatest Ork pushes Magork off his way as he advances further into the camp, his steps resounding with a splashing noise as he treads through the puddles.
He comes closer to the tent, finding the source of the noise. Few loud gunshots later, there is silence again. The beast tears the tent's entrance wide open. He glares around the hideout for a while, then bursts out roaring:
"Ooh, da 'ummie! What we gonna do, boyz, wif da stupid Mek hangin' 'round wif pinkiez?"
The loud laughter of four thick throats echoes a split-second afterwards.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!", they answer with a powerful chanting.
Aramilllion:
"I think this is the moment I was waiting for... Emperor, guide my hands." - whispered Zenth. He looks around trying to find the Eldar and give her the order to attack.
He aims at the greatest Ork's head, and fires a short burst with his Creed-9. The Arbiter keeps shooting until the Greenskin is dead.
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