apologetic about the inconvenience of it all, โBron is gonna have to hit you.โ
Then, after a secondโs thought:
โHard.โ
He loomed there another second, breathing like a wounded engine, blood still dripping from his side, enormous and grimy and entirely sincere.
Bron had been making to shoot the lilโ runt with its odd gait and equally as strange armament; only for the trigger pull to result in a small, disappointed click, click, click.
For a moment, the huge Ogryn simply stared at the weapon in offended disbelief.
+
=>
The voice conveyed intelligence. As cutting to the ear it was, the intentions were still laid out calmly, in a composed manner, with certainty.
โ Still standing, mh! Mh! Still looking without spike-things on your body, yes-yes? Not infected. Yet-now.
he rumbled.
Not an accusation, exactly.
Just fact.
He tipped his head a little to one side, like a grox trying to decide if something was food, foe, or one of those mysterious third things that complicated life beyond need.
โIf youโs a badโun,โ he said slowly, almost +
#๐ก๐ฎ๐ช๐น๐ฎ๐ป โ โ
Pretty hot for someone whoโd eat mac n cheese out his pants pocket, whoโd eat protein bar from a trash can.
IfYouKnowYouKnow
โCourse Bron will, Sah!
Datโs what daโ Rippahโ is for.
But daโ sistahโ always said Bron should pray that the Emprahโ protect โim!
Bron, โdey said, is an Abโuman.
So will need Emprahโ more.
Seems silly to Bron.
Itโs โda little โuns that need protectinโ!
Its final note the bark of a Ripper Gun fired point black, the last roar until it clicked empty, barrel smoking into the diseased air as Bron slowly seemed to return to reality, shaking his head slowly as he did.
โAnyone โder? That you, Sparky?โ
The first of the little rotters to get to their feet came at him low and fast, all slack skin, drooling and cackling madly.
Bron answered with the bayonet of his ripper gun, cleaving through it.
It carved through with a noise like meat dropped from a gantry.
Then the thing +
=>
...blasts through the enemies with bombastic efficiency.
It moves quickly, almost quick to loose the track of it. And it spreads commotion and panic amongst the Nurgle plague-touched ranks.
It gives the Ogryn a good opportunity to act!
him now.
His side screamed.
His legs felt thick.
His head rang like a struck bell.
But rage and battle joy filled in the gaps where strength should have run out, and for a little while longer that was enough.
Then, as quickly as it had come.
The combat was over.
+