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 Nibullus II, the "Da Gul'yard,
Plains of Gallane
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An Ork fighta-bommer, or what was left of it, nearly landed on Khran but neither did he notice or care. He was too busy aiming his twin-linked shootas augmented to his arm at some boyz who were foolish enough to have joined an enemy warboss. Besides him was his second in command, an armored nob wielding the same amount of dakka as Khran. At either side of them were three flash gitz creating a lot of noise with their snazzguns. In front of them were boyz carrying deffguns raining lead on the enemy. Further down in front was a horde of Ork shoota boyz shooting at their enemy who were only miles of each other. The front lines saw hundreds upon hundreds of Orks getting cut down by the wall of bullets. Nothing would be left but a few shredded bits here and there. The noise would had been unbearable for any other race and most other Ork clan. One could hear the battle drawing out from miles away. 

Khran moved forward through the line to try and get a better vantage point of the situation. He's second in command, Zark, followed his closely. 
"Mork and Gork dam' gitz! Dems' gettin' in deh way!" Khran shouted at Zark as they both kept firing. 

"Yoo need dem' bitz over er' boss?" Zark asked, pointing at a looted Leman Russ the enemy Mek and his grots were trying to repair. 

"Thos' and thos' fings' over er'! See em?" Khran pointed at a pile of scrap metal a few feet from the looted tank. 

"Yoo need em' for wat boss?" Zark asked. 

"Meks need more bitz to get ar' rockit workin' all good en' well again!" Khrans answered. 

Khran looked around the battlefield and saw that the enemies left flank had almost withered off. He ordered his boyz to take the ground and maybe they could encircle the enemy. Nothing was going to stop Khran from getting what he wanted, Gork and Mork be judge of that. With that, he screamed "WAAAAGH" at the top of his lungs and so did his boyz soon after.