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Big Boss Irontoof of the Irontoof clan grinned a toothy grin as his Boyz chased down the fleeing remainders of Da Stunties. His Boyz had come out of the battle mostly unscathed, with the thunderers' shots bouncing off shields and armour alike.
His Boyz had slaughtered their Boss's bodyguard, but he had let the Boss get away, because he enjoyed having a favourite opponent. He chuckled and rode after them faster on his boar.
His Boyz were spearing them with their spears, and smashing them with choppas, Great Weapons and boars were smashing Dwarfs aside with their tusks.
And then the spider riders found the cannon.
An explosion rocked the normally silent forest as the spider riders were blown to bits by the misfiring cannon that they had tried to operate. Bits of spider and Goblin were flying every which way as the rest of the horde tried to get away. Irontoof watched as Sigerdsun ran off with his Boyz, vowing revenge.
A scream of "WAAAAAAGH!!!!!" racked the forest.
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Thane Hastein Sigurdsson of Gnol Varn sat and silently cursed the Orcs that had ambushed his party. They had been travelling into a ruined town in search of the Nemesis Crown when they were jumped by Orcs whose insignia was that of a Grinning orc face with an Iron tooth. They had been defeated by this horde, and were retreating when they lost a cannon to the goblins.
Hastein growled under his breath as he entered the Orcs of the Irontoof clan into his Book of Grudges.
"Vengeance…shall be done."
Hastein walked towards his throng, and they prepared to attack the Orcs again.
A scream of "WAAAAAAAGH!!!!" was heard deep in the forest.
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Big Boss Irontoof screamed in rage as his Boar Boyz delivered the bad news: All their gobbos had died. Now, normally, he would be the first to cheer, but the spider riders were their main scouting force.
"Weze iz gunna beat doze Stunties butt good next time we see dem, eh boss?" asked one of his boar boys.
"Course we are! Weze is da Orcs! Even better: Weze is Grimgor's Orcs!" exclaimed Irontoof.
"Boss! Boss! The Stunties're back! Weze can kick some stuntie butt!"
"WAAAGH!! Get da Boyz in position! Weze is gunna get some stuntie beards for da trophy rack tonight!"
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Gunshots were heard as the Dwarfs fired upon the advancing Orcish line. Things were looking grim: Every shot directed at the Black Orcs either Misfired, missed, overshot, or just didn't cause any damage. They were having better luck with the big block of Orcs in the centre though: They had started the battle with 19 Orcs, they were only 12 strong now. The 2 cannons that they had set up were causing horrendous damage to the other unit that was advancing up the side. They had squabbled some time ago, leaving them far behind the other lines.
The slayers charged up towards the Boar Boyz, and managed to kill off all of them, except for their leader. The slayers crashed into the Black Orcs and were cut to ribbons. Hastein growled in anger. He led his warriors to personally take care of the Black Orc threat.
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"Oi! Boss!"
"Yeah? Wot iz it?"
"Dere Big Boss is comin to fight us!"
"Heh... Time for doze Stunties to die!"
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The warrior regiment crashed into the Black Orcs. Several minutes of intense fighting occurred, and Hastein personally slew the Orc's Banner Bearer. But the Orcs responded in kind, slaying 16 of his warriors in turn with 2 handed axes and maces.
Hastein grumbled, and called the retreat. There would be a grudge entering his book of grudges that night.