As Lug reached to top of the fire escape he was met with a small group of the wyrdies. Cracking a smile he swung his Mek Wrench in a wide are, slamming the blunt side into soft bodies and causing them to fly in many directions. Some died but that wasn't his point, what was important was that it cleared a big chunk out the group off the building before moving to the stragglers. The woman had been taking them out along side them and even a sniper of some sort had shot down one of the flying ones. 

In a short time the small group of wyrdies was taken care of and it was safe to take a breather for a second. Taking stock of his situation, Lug could see several things. Sniper boy had ran off to the bar and left with a good ol molatov, the elf was being an elf, and a horde was still around. Giving a grunt, Lug turned to his partner for the time being and said "Im finken dat we 'ead over to me workshop. The ship is a piece of zoggin trash but I still got me dakka kits and seeing 'ow you be runnin out of bullets you'll need as much dakka you can 'andle."

While waiting for an answer Lug took out the stogie he hadn't finished and placed it in his mouth before sparking the tip with the ark.