A beeping device sails through the air. The orks in the crater ignore it, thinking it an insignificant device. Whatever sorcery hid them up until now evidently did not work on honest quality explosives.  The explosion sows yet more chaos in the orks ranks. A few sluggas make it out of the crater... and right on top of the stikkbomb from earlier, left and forgotten mere moments, and still hissing ominously. A second explosion rocks the crater, reducing the two sluggas to a rain of giblets

Undettered, the ramaining xenos raise their weapons and make a disorganized charge. Two sluggas vault into the trench and swing their crude weapons at the biggest thign in sight, that being the Ogryn. Their disorganized dive into the trench leaves them poorly positioned however, and not one swing does anything more than glance the Ogryn's armor.

Another salvo of rapid fire resounds, more shoota bullets ricochet uselessly off the fortified trench... Just as it looked like the orks onslaught subsided for a moment, a rattling laugh could be heard. An ork carrying a flamer stood triumphantly over the trench. With a squeeze of the trigger, the pyromanical xenos turns the entire trench into a hell of burning promethium and pained screaming.

Finally, it seems other men manning the trenches have taken notice of the attack. The closest one moves to reinforce... A techpriest with nothing better to do. [@Klomster] Followed by a gunner team [@Al]