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 boredbeard wrote:
- finally, grinning and exhausted in that orky way, boy leaves that DEFFMOSHPIT ... Still holding his left arm separated from his body by that blue marine with red crest on his head -

Good news: Arm - Dok will fix it.
Bad news: Oi, I've lost me shiny bottle full of green slop, I did.

You got it all wrong orc, I ripped off your armS, not an arm. Plural, not singular. So how come you are holding your separate arm if you have lost both.

Sigh...Astartes, always with the unnecessary violence. Ripping limbs off of orks, that's not going to kill them! Yah got to aim for that thick skull of theirs, and hope you hit something soft 'nd pink.

You've only managed to rip off right sleeve from me attak jacket, Marine. Kinda like it that way. Still missin' my bottle though...

*steals detached arm* ... *eats it*....

- with some effort, tries to stomp that disappearing tail... but initiative 2 does not help very much. That hand is gone. -

Oh, fer Gork's sakes. Dis is gone now.

- Sad now, automatically turns happy in a matter of seconds. True and pure happines is painted on his face -

I'm gonna get meself a power klaw, I will!

You're an ugly one..

*Respawn*
I couldn't agree more.
*Backstab boredbeard*
Now with him out of the way...
Shall we?

Hellooooooooo

- He stopped. Still not sure that stinging and annoying pain just between spine and left blade-bone, is related to recently performed surgery or something else...-

- Klaw looks stabby enough. Choppy enough too. -




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Cheers!

Pulls up a table and two stools

I see you got yourself a powerklaw...care to put it to the test? Haven't arm wrestled an ork in a while...so go easy on me.

He grins while sitting down, and sets his powerfist onto the table

* looks at powa Klaw, gaks self*
*jumps back into sewer*
Mines sewer bitches

- Innate, congenital sense for finding trouble, tells him something is about to happen. Then he does a three-sixty degree overlook of his surrondings and his shight stops on Guardsmen, who definetly is up for something. First thing that comes to his mind is to charge, but that Guard is not running. Just sitting there and waving his arm armed in power fist. Curiosity takes over. -

Oi! Umie, looking for trouble?

- After few moments of arduous mental effort, he realises that Guard is inviting him for a round of arm wrestling. Also, quite fortunately, astonishing knowledge of High Gothic lets him read his name badge...-

Oi! Bob, dis is my bag of teefs, what's your bet. And, I like it to be shiny!

- Takes the place by the table -

Shut it, all of you! The game's on; Fenris Wolves vs Ultramar Knights!

Go, Wolves of Fenris! Russ and the Emperor are with you!

I'd love to discuss this game further with you, but it seems there is a string hanging from the curtain behind you that must be investigated.

Be my guest.

Digging my trench, digging my sweet precious trench, lalalalalala

Hey, there's a delivery for Bobthehero...several cases of Heavy Bolter ammo and Lascannon power cells.

Yes! Toys!

Actually that ammunition is for me.

*jumps up and yells "boo", and steals bolter ammo clip*

 boredbeard wrote:
- Innate, congenital sense for finding trouble, tells him something is about to happen. Then he does a three-sixty degree overlook of his surrondings and his shight stops on Guardsmen, who definetly is up for something. First thing that comes to his mind is to charge, but that Guard is not running. Just sitting there and waving his arm armed in power fist. Curiosity takes over. -

Oi! Umie, looking for trouble?

- After few moments of arduous mental effort, he realises that Guard is inviting him for a round of arm wrestling. Also, quite fortunately, astonishing knowledge of High Gothic lets him read his name badge...-

Oi! Bob, dis is my bag of teefs, what's your bet. And, I like it to be shiny!

- Takes the place by the table -

If you win, you can have this.

With his other arm he easily hefts a golden powerklaw (with a green arm still in it) onto the table.

Savvy?

Hey, and someone kill that creepy xeno that keeps popping out of the sewers and messing with stuff!

IT STOLE THIS TROOPER HEAVY BOLTER AMMO! IT WILL PAY!

Peekaboo
I wants to eat you
* throws blotter clip and hits ork on head*
big red(or green?) lump appears on ork head.

Btw
Where the feth did the xenomorphs go?

Down the sewers according to the last report.

*looks left and right*
Nope none down here.
*hears hiss from behind*
oh feth...

Give me back that ammo, or I will turn into a dragon.

Sorry kids, but you must be at least this tall to turn into dragons. It's the law. Now, stop playing with the veggies, and go to bed. Uncle Bob has business with an ork.

is the ork still conscious, bob?
also
*yurns round and punches xenomorph*
yeah you RUN YOU BITCH!

 Guardsmen Bob wrote:
Sorry kids, but you must be at least this tall to turn into dragons. It's the law. Now, stop playing with the veggies, and go to bed. Uncle Bob has business with an ork.

You're going to be sorry:



* initiates dragon transformation*