Just gonna get us up to speed, here...
!!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:13 No.15065565|
At that very moment, Blackrippah the Gretchin-handler was running for his life. A tumbling ball of fire the size of a wartrack was falling down the hill behind him, crushing the hunter gretchins he had had been shepherding in the forest. He risked a glance over his shoulder and shrieked, redoubling his effort…but it was too late. The blazing orb of pine sap, promethium stolen from his own trukk, and gretchin bits rolled straight over him, killing him instantly.
Fifty yards away, Jaghatai Khan laughed, rubbing pine sap off on his armor. The white, red, and grey armor he had worn when he had chased that damnable Dark Eldar hadn’t aged any more than he had, but he knew better than to use up what tiny, precious ammunition supply he had on these foolish Orks. This was almost too easy, anyway! Orks were fearsome warriors, but dumber than a bag of hammers, and he had thrown them into total and complete anarchy.
For a fleeting instant, the sky blackened, as an Ork fightabomba screamed overhead, leaving a thick trail of promethium smoke. The pilot flew low and fast over the trees, looking for whatever had been tearing their forces to ribbons, but to no avail.
An angry shout became audible as the aircraft swooped off, coming from the direction of the ravaged main camp. Jaghatai looked out over the camp, grinning, as the fireball he had made rolled straight over the Warboss’s parked tank, setting its fuel merrily ablaze. The Warboss screamed and threw his underlings at the tank, trying to order someone to put it out, but it was too late. The tank exploded, casting white-hot shrapnel, pools of burning fuel, and rapidly-bursting ammo all over the area, and making a fine mess of the pine-sap drenched ball of kindling, too, spreading the fire even further.
Jaghatai smiled contentedly. Only one more step, he thought to himself, and then…freedom.