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Gutsnaga sometimes forgot that Blastikk was not one of his Blood Axes, the lack of discipline and open disdain of Mork's kunnin' warfare a clear sign of that, but actually a member of the Bad Moons Klan; it was moments like this, when the Bombah decided to [i]somewhat[/i] challenge him that it came back into more focus that looking at his methods of warfare and overall need to blow things up.

The Mad Boss seemed to give some form of bodily shudder as he let off another solid-round from his slugga, his dark green hide seeming to shift itself before he turned his deep-set eyes on the Ork standing out in the open next to him.

[color=39b54a]"Yoo wan' the tanks an 'ard boyz, Bomma?"[/color] He said with a snort, squinting at the Tankbusta even as a deep groove was cut through his shoulders skin by a stray lasbeam, [color=39b54a]"I tell you wot then, 'ows about you go over there an tell 'em?"[/color]

Time seemd to stand still between the two, the small things becoming even morew pronounced between them - the slight twitch of Gutsnaga's finger on his trigger, the way he angled his body toward that of Kargut, the fire of barely controlled rage visible in his pig like eyes.

[color=39b54a]"Or... was there [b]sumfin' else[/b] you wanted?"[/color]