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Hmmm It would seem that most of you don't like hyperlinks.
So Here is a copy of my very short story.
I'd realy like some feedback. Should I do more.
Glarnk was confused, which wasn’t saying much. He just couldn’t work out why the Eldar has just up and left a perfectly good fight. “Strangest of creatures those skinny pointy ears beings”, he thought to himself. “To darn tricky for their own good, what iz i gunna do now? Better contact the boss and tell im I beat em, he won’t know nuffin.”
Glarnk walks up to one of the grots with the communication device and smacks him in head and says “oi you runt why aint you called da boss yet?”
The grot in question said whose name was Snevil nothing and started to call up the Boss. He knew that anything he said would have gotten him another smack or worse sent to the place where they make the Kans. No grot wants that!
Glarnk was seriously thinking about giving this grot another smack. “wots wif dem bloody elder leaving a good romp like dat, I R Ork I needs a fight!! “ He thought to himself.
No sooner had he thought that, an awful sound came over the horizon, closely followed by a mob of Pink coloured Daemons. “About bloody time” Glarnk thinks. Glarnk starts to holler OK boys “get ready it’s time to stomp some Devils. The first Ork to give me one of those pink heads gets a choice pick of my loot.” “Remember Boys we iz ORKS an fightin iz wot we good at”
The boys ready themselves, firing their shootas into the Pink Horrors. Some Daemons fall. Most run closer and closer, screaming as they get nearer.
No sooner had the two groups stated to clash; another group of Daemons appeared out of nowhere. These one weren’t pink they where blood red and they rode on the biggest squigs Glarnk had ever seen.
Glarnk yells out “OI you Kan’s take them Sqigs out now!! He then raises his choppa and swings it at the closest Pink Horror, causing the Daemon to lose its head. He chuckles to himself “dats more like it, a bloody good fight”
Another Pink Horror comes closer and takes a swing with its large dirty talon, Glarnk blocks it with his Slugga and smashes his choppa into the fleshy part of the Daemon’s pink torso and green goo gushed out. ‘Dats funny dem iz Orks on the inside’, Glarnk chuckles out loud as his head butts the Horror. The Horror reals back from the force of the blow and looks up to see Glarnk’s blue painted Slugga right in front of its face. Glarnk squizzes the trigger and a bullet hurtles out from the Slugga and lodges itself in to the back of the horrors head via entry of its eye.
The mêlée is in full swing. Glarnk takes a quick look and notices the boys are putting up a pretty good show for themselves. The Boys are bashing the Horrors with whatever end of their shoota was closest. Some were firing their weapon as they hit their foe to somewhat success. Others had lost their weapons and were fighting back with whatever weapon they had on them, a spare choppa, a small knife, some had were using their bare fists.
One ingenious boy was swinging a dead Gretchin around like a mace. Unfortunately the Horror’s talons saw quick work of the dead green flesh of poor Snevil and started clawing into the boy’s unguarded throat. He fell and died shortly after that.
Overall the battle was going well for the Purple Def Eatas, after all they had the numbers and more horrors were dropping than boys. Things where looking good. Glarnk who was onto his third kill finished another Horror by splitting it in two. He pushed his choppa up past the Horror’s groin in through to its torso. With one final grunt the choppa exited the body just under the horror’s right armpit. Soaked In Dark green ooze, Glarnk lets out a triumphant raw “ I am Glarnk the bashiest Ork ever!! You Pink pansies will feel da bite of me choppa, I R ORK and you iz gunna die!!
No sooner has he made this declaration. Glarnk heard several mighty explosions. He looks up to towards the noise and to his horror he sees smoke, fire and burning metal were the Kans should be. The Bloodcrushers of Khorne had made short work of the Kans. The wicked jagged blades of these red daemons cut through the Kans as if they were weak human flesh.
Now once the Kans was destroyed, the Bloodcrushers rode towards the Pink and Green brawling mass. Five Lootas who had witness all tried blocking the Bloodcrusher’s path firing their Deffguns into the fierce mounts. The skin of the both beast and Bloodcrushers was too tough for the Ork’s bullets to penetrate. All but one loota died from being crumpled by the feet of the Juggernauts. The lone loota knew the day had been lost and limped away to safety as fast as he could.
It was at this very moment that Glarnk thought he might be in trouble. However he is an Ork and all Orks love a tough fight. Glarnk quickly finishes off the forth horror by shoving the Slugga into its mouth and blows a hole the size of an Ork’s fist through the back of its pink head. He starts to run towards the juggernaut carrying the herald of Khorne, firing his Slugga as he goes.
The Slugga jams. Glarnk throws the useless weapon towards the juggernaut; it bounces of the armoured head of the oncoming beast. Glarnk swing his choppa wildly and misses. The juggernaut lowers its head and hits Glarnk squarely in the stomach with the metal spike attached to its head armour. The Juggernaut shakes its head and tosses Glarnk into the air. The Herald of Khorne swings his deadly sword and cleaves Glarnk’s left arm off at the elbow. Glarnk hits the mud and gore with a resounding thump, which shatters his hip bone. As he hits the ground Glarnk looks towards the melee and sees the Bloodcrushers and Juggernauts tearing into the boys limb by limb.
Glarnk ignores the pain, stands on his feet and yells out towards the herald. OI YOU RED GIT, THAT WAS A LUCKY SHOT, COME BACK AN TRY AN DO IT AGAIN YA PANSY!! I R ORK!!!
The herald turns the jugganaought towards Glarnk and releases a blood curdling chuckle. The beast come closer lowering its heads, somehow Glarnk sidesteps the juggernaut and manages to knock of the Herald with a blow from his choppa. With a display of agility that Glarnk had never seen before the Herald somersaults into the air and lands on its feet. It lowers its sword, swings at Glarnk right knee tearing the leg in two. Glarnk falls to the ground, and raises his choppa to defend the blow from above. The Herald feints its attack, swiftly swings its sword toward Glarnk’s head. Glarnk sees the sword coming closer and closer; then he sees nothing.
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