[color=OliveDrab]"Der aint no tanka boys 'ere! An' non'v da 'ard humie boys!"[/color] Kargut, Da Mad Bomma, complained loudly while hurling a small bundle of dynamite at an encroaching squad of Imperial guard. It went off in a satisfying bang effectively dispersing the squad into a thick goo over the jungle, Kargut smirked but it wasn't the same. Smashing his hammer through Astartes battle plate or slapping one of his right big busta bombs onto a tank or bunker was what he really lived for. This was getting dull. He waited in his position covering the rear of Da Devils from any clever humies trying to sneak up behind them. One survivor, clearly in a confused panic ran into their lines. Kargut scooped him up holding him by the flak vest. [color=OliveDrab]"'Ello Humie"[/color] he said to the screaming guardsmen in gothic that might almost be understood. Unfortunately that was the extent of his vocabulary. The private, only having been on this war torn world a few weeks, screamed in panic and jabbed his las-gun's bayonet at Kargut. The blade of the bayonet bent and snapped against the thick gut plate around his middle. Kargut laughed and releved the poor man of his grenades before he was simply hurled against a nearby tree with a satisfying crunch of bone. Now that he broke the new plaything this was getting terribly dull, he had to talk to the boss. 

Kargut stomped over to Boss Gutsanga, out of cover the whole way letting las bolts and a couple Stubber rounds ping off his armor [color=OliveDrab]"Wots da plan boss? Dis aint fun no more. We auta be up der givin them humies a roight shtompin. So dey bring in da tanks an' der 'ard boys"[/color] he said, still out of cover and letting shots ping off his armor while bouncing his tank hammer in his hands clearly anxious to find something better to do or pondering challenging the boss for leadership, or more likely a little of both. The boss was rather bigger than Kargut but, it would be unorky if he didn't think about it sometimes.