Having been thrown from the wreckage as it smashed to the ground, Mogh picked himself up as he heard the sounds of approaching enemies. He sniffed the air. "Greenskins..." he muttered. Walking towards his faithful Centurion, it was currently burried under the craft, he would need assistance in retrieving it, but there was no time now, Reaching under it, he managed to pull Two-Socks from it's holster on the great armours back and put it on. Picking up the great cannon, he looked around to see if the others were alright. "BROTHERS! SOUND OFF!" he growled. That was when the Inquisitors moved. "Good to see you still alive, sirs." he said. Which is when the Ork arrived. "DAMN XENOS BASTARDS!!!" he yelled as he brought the cannon to bare at it... But the Inquisitor had already taken care of it. He heard the sound of the Orks roaring their great, stupid chant. "COME AND FACE THE EMPEROR'S WRATH FOUL XENOS!!!" his roar almost as loud as his cannon... But not quite, the sound was deafening as he pumped many rounds into the undergrowth. The trees and shrubs in the firing arc being torn to shreds.