‘Ah…’ Borgut sighed, ‘This is the life ain’t it boyz??’
All six of the orruks lay about the floor, bloodied, panting, and sweaty. And all around them a crowd roared.
It had not taken long for Borgut to make a name for himself in Versaldus. They had brawled awhile when they first arrived, but once most of the golden men had zipped off into the sky, one of them had come down on his pretty little wings and taken all the fun out of it. At first by pummeling all of them into the dirt and leaving them mildly unconscious, but afterwards by just going and giving Borgut the fanciest hat in the city in a deal that required him to ‘leave the innocents alone and only stick to one tavern for drinking’. After that, all of them had pretty much decided that a couple days of not hitting golden armour might be good, that way their broken arms could heal and stuff. During that time Borgut had noticed a severe lack of brawling and tumbling in the city. Everyone seemed to be just building stuff, and sitting about and talking without any beer!? This, clearly, seemed to be an incredible waste of time, and so he had found the biggest building he could find, knocked the owner’s head about until he owned the place, and began his very own brawling ring. The winged bugger had arrived then of course, but he just wanted the first go.
A month later and his very own fighting pit, The Green Rumble, was a damned good success.
Still, even as he lay there with the crowd roaring his name, he knew that he’d like it better if he could get Durkol to see it all. His new boyz were good and all, plus they could pop, but still, it wasn’t the same.
The very next day he gathered those Skaven that had taken up residence beneath, well, the whole city, and had them bring his new ship into the harbour. Now, with his fancy boat under his feet, a fancy hat on his head, and some Bigbadgreen Gunz on the decking, he was ready to get this thing done.
‘All hands on deck!!’ he bellowed to ship at large, ‘let’s go pummel somefin”!!