03-07-2015, 05:57 PM
The stormtroopers were tough gits, there was no denying that. They could survive light or less focused sweeps and attacks from Bluddflagg for instance, and had been clever enough to split up to try and keep from getting lots of them taken down in one hit. They might have even taken down Bluddflagg if left to their own. After all, they'd still have three troopers firing in sustained blasts at the goliath of an Ork. Yet, Bluddflagg wasn't alone, another Prime had just jumped up right out of the fountain, weapon in hand and diving into them! With two primes, both remarkably sturdy, and both remarkably tough, things had taken a far worse turn for the storm troopers, it had given Bluddflagg the reprieve he'd needed to keep from getting whittled down. Still, Bluddflagg did have one question, why did that humie git have his hammah and Bluddflagg didn't?! The humie must've just been holding it, and Bluddflagg must have set his down next to his kaptin's chair or something. That must of been when the Eldar warped him to this freakish white place.
Either way there were just two left, and Bluddflagg grinned as he turned to the last two, "Let's try an' save a git eh humie? I want some answers from dese pansies." This was a terrible situation for them and they knew it. The worst part was that one of the primes had a hard hitting ranged attack, at least with Bluddflagg distance was a good defense. The ork dropped his flail as he started walking towards them, but the storm troopers were going to make one last stand. One of them turned to Thor, raising his rifle to just open fire, while the last started backing up as quickly as he could, while firing at the ork. More shots slammed into his twelve foot bulk, opening up extra cracks on his blackened burned skin, and by Mork that stung! Bluddflagg roared as he started charging towards the last stormtrooper, to bowl him over and plant him onto the ground, so that heavy, meaty green fists could start slamming into head and chest again and again! Orks were NOT supposed to feel pain, that was not how it worked, and these pansy gits were going to pay for even thinking of changing that!
Either way there were just two left, and Bluddflagg grinned as he turned to the last two, "Let's try an' save a git eh humie? I want some answers from dese pansies." This was a terrible situation for them and they knew it. The worst part was that one of the primes had a hard hitting ranged attack, at least with Bluddflagg distance was a good defense. The ork dropped his flail as he started walking towards them, but the storm troopers were going to make one last stand. One of them turned to Thor, raising his rifle to just open fire, while the last started backing up as quickly as he could, while firing at the ork. More shots slammed into his twelve foot bulk, opening up extra cracks on his blackened burned skin, and by Mork that stung! Bluddflagg roared as he started charging towards the last stormtrooper, to bowl him over and plant him onto the ground, so that heavy, meaty green fists could start slamming into head and chest again and again! Orks were NOT supposed to feel pain, that was not how it worked, and these pansy gits were going to pay for even thinking of changing that!