Someting’s Off
Urgoth eyed the humie commander in front of him warily. Clad in a steel breastplate and helm, and waving a halberd around, he supposed it might intimidate a grot, but he barely came up to Urgoth’s waist and his strikes against the Megaboss had damaged his halberd more than the pig iron armor. The humie charged without a sound, his halberd bouncing off of the orruk’s shoulder plate. Urgoth lashed out with his boss choppa. The humie barely dodged it, and failed to dodge Urgoth’s desultory backswing. The back of the choppa staved in his breastplate breastplate, downing the commander.
The humie was oddly silent as he died, but Urgoth didn’t spare him a second glance as he searched for a high spot to over look over the battle. Finding a suitably large boulder, he clambered up and look around. Someting feels off ‘ere, Urgoth thought, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. His boyz were winning out against the humies handily. Humies could be brave sometimes, but this attack seemed suicidal. They threw themselves at his orruks like the spiky gits, but they didn’t have any chaos stink that he could tell. They also weren’t yelling about Sigmar or flinging crude insults or any of the other fun things they usually do in battles. Mostly they were silent, although they did yell in pain when they were damaged enough.
A sudden screech, followed by humie screams nearly broke Urgoth’s train of thought.He chuckled to himself. Dat big bat fing Durbok brought back was doing some good work. It deserves a name. Maybe Flappy for the noise its wings made as it flew, or bitey for it’s habit of biting off humie faces. Urgoth overlooked the battlefield. Flappy, or Bitey, was making short work of a group of horse riding humies. Some of the new recruits, Kruleboyz from the swamps were following the great bat around and shooting any escapees.
Shaking his head to clear the distraction, Urgoth saw his shaman Dethmuttera climb up to stand beside him.
“It’s going pretty well boss, I think we’re close.”
Urgoth grunted. “So, do dese boyz belong to dose gits you and Durbok saw sucking out Rondhol’s blood?”
Dethmuttera smiled and clapped his hands excitedly. “Yeah, boss, you were listenin’! I knew yooz a kunnin’ one. My last boss didn’t listen at all.”
Urgoth stuck a finger in his ear and started scratching. “Uh huh, and so dese humies are under that….’glammer’ and dat’s why they’re acting so weird?”
“Yeah, boss. And if dey’re fighting us den we’z getting closer. And the closer we get the more fights dey send us. And” Dethmuttera was nodding happily as he spoke.
“And you can guide us to somewhere where we can give dese Fae gitz a bloody nose and show dem the orruks waz made for fightin’ and winnin?”
“Just leave it to me, boss. If we can’t find em we’ll just find someting dey want and smash it up good”. Dethmuttera bowed to his megaboss.
Urgoth smiled. “If we can’t krump em directly I’d settle for smashing up dere stuff. I’z in the mood to break something. Let’s get going, then”. Raising his boss choppa in the air, Urgoth let loose a mighty “Waaaaghh!”, then jumped down off the boulder with a crash and stalked off.
