"If dere's fighters den dere's loot!" [i]One of the more...brighter Ork Boyz said, which excited the others. So much so that one of them, armed with a copper staff with various bitz and gubbins on it ran off. A few seconds later a green projectile shot up in the sky. Psychic Vomit. This Kaptin had a fuсking weirdboy with him. Nonetheless the prospect of the idea did intrigue Brutagar.[/i] "So, wot yer saying is...we can get into a proppa scrap right now? I oughta get the rest of my gits, dis'll be sumtin t' do."