The idea of mashing Gutsnaga into the ground was a tempting one, but not a realistic one. While he was deciding a las bolt seared his shoulder, jogging his few brain cells into noticing what was going on around him. He was taking a lot of hits, though his armor was thick and tough enough to shrug off most of the incoming fire at this range. Mostly because these humies didn't really understand the proper application of DAKKA. 

[color=OliveDrab]"Agh! Imma find som'thin ta smash"[/color] he growls at the boss, angry that he knows he would lose the fight with Gutsnaga and angrier that there wasn't something fun to make explode. He stomps off swinging his Tankhammer viciously smashing through a tree of appreciable thickness to vent his frustration. Bullets and las bolts still pinging off his armor until he was covered by the canopy of the broken tree. 

Once out of earshot, which wasn't far due to the cacophony of battle going on Kargut starts grumbling to himself [color=OliveDrab]"Da boss tink 'ees so cunnin', but 'e can't even git us to a proppa fight! Da humies 'ere are soft an' scared as a wimpy grot!'"[/color] He stomps his way back to his previous position, on the other side of their little battlefield that he had abandoned a minute or two ago. Only to find a Guardsman trying to sneak up on them with a pair of grenades. Kargut shrugs, Waste not the gifts of Gork and Mork, he steps around the tree already swinging his Tankhammer with a satisfying bellow of [color=OliveDrab][b]"WAAAGH!!!"[/b][/color]