[b]Arragoz Plizgin - Enjin Room[/b]

With a boom, a shout, and a hail of projectiles, battle was joined. The Goo-bomb had done its work, entangling a number of the muhrines, leaving them vulnerable to the fire of the Ork's humie comrades. As for the return fire, most of the ones that struck Arragoz harmlessly pinged off the massive pauldrons that were part of his disguise, while the rest only succeeded in leaving largely superficial burn marks on his hide. Hopefully the remaining ones would find a way to put up something vaguely resembling a fight. Arragoz wanted to enjoy himself, after all. Fortunately for the greenskin, and less so for the now very dead Shaz, this hope was fulfilled, as the PED Muhrine chose that moment to display their capacity for death-dealing.

Before throwing himself into battle, however, the Orkoid decided to do the kunnin' fing, and assess the threat. The muhrine's shoota seemed to be comparable to one of the humie's Plazma Shootas from back 'ome. Furthermore, the muhrine appeared to possess a kustom force field of sorts, greatly increasing their durability. Finally, he had a snazzy looking backpack that the other muhrines didn't possess. In conclusion, the muhrine was ded 'ard 'n' ded killy fer a humie; and that backpack was now next on the list of fings to be added to Arragoz' slowly growing collection of junk.

With that in mind, the Ork concocted a battle plan, which took a grand total 2 seconds, and put it into action. Unsheathing one of his choppas, the one with the spiked knuckle-duster, to be specific, Arragoz began to slowly advance towards the muhrine. This plodding pace didn't last long, however, as the greenskin suddenly broke into a run, shortly followed by a leaping tackle once he was close enough.