Wulf threw on his clothes and strapped on his flak jacket, he grabbed his
autogun and examined the magazine. He had ten bullets. Outside orks were
battering against the cast-iron gate and shooting wildly into the air. It
was about half past two in the morning, there was not enough light to fight
by and he had ten bullets two fend off what seemed like a hundred orks.
He bolted down the stairs and saw Herlak Kahn sniping out of a window. Was it just Wulf or was Kahn mumbling: "nineteen...twenty..."
Wulf opened the door and ran onto the ramparts of the wall. Gangrel was there, kicking off orks that clambered up onto the walls and shooting into the crowd of orks below. At the bottom courtyard Grey was bracing the iron gates with some of the villagers. Wulf switched his autogun to single shot to conserve ammunition and took aim. He fired once and the bullet ploughed into the ground. He cursed as he shot again and an ork fell, a bullet through the left eye.
He shot three more times and only two orks fell. That's five bullets left, thought Wulf. The gates swung open and orks poured in. Wulf was surprised at the number of orks; instead of a hundred it was more like thirty. If this small warband could breach this fort then what could an army of them do?
Grey roared as he punched an ork in the nose. He was like an ork, big, strong and not that bright. He ducked as an ork cleaver swung passed his head and returned the favour by clubbing the greenskin with the butt of his rifle. The ork Grey had punched in the nose rose, cupping its nose with a blood drenched hand. Grey plunged his knife into the ork's shoulder and then thrust it deep into the ork's throat. It fell to the ground and drowned in its own blood. He shot a few bullets into the crowd and dived back into the fray.
Wulf saw Grey dive into the fight and Wulf got all sweaty and worried. He suddenly felt weak and feverish. There was something in the air. Spores maybe, he told himself. He released a shot down into the orks at the gate. Four left. He turned and saw an ork ladder being hoisted onto the wall. Five orks were on the rampart. Wulf, Gangrel and two villagers faced them. Waiting for the melee to begin.
A renegade shot rang out and hit Gangrel in the thigh. Wulf heard a large shout of: "BASTARDS!" and Gangrel went down, bleeding heavily.
Grey heard a cry and looked up. Blood, lots of it. Gangrel was down. Grey suddenly felt anger take him and shot wildly into the orks. His gun clicked, signalling that he had to re-load. No time for that, thought Grey as he dropped his gun and dived into the fight once again.
It was over. Wulf sighed as he walked down to were the bulk of the fighting was at the gate and saw Grey. Grey was covered in ork blood and his own. His gun lay on the floor, also covered in blood. Empty shells lay everywhere. The villagers were piling up ork corpses and human ones.
"That was a good fight," said Wulf. The villagers sighed and Grey attempted a smile but could not make it. "Gangrel will live. The bullet shattered his shin but he will live" Said Wulf. Grey's face lightened as he rose to his feet.
"We have orders from Mayor Talbot to pursue the ork menace. We have a chance of destroying the orks in this quarter" Said a messenger to the townsfolk.
"Should we go?" asked Kahn to Wulf.
"Yes, but not you Gangrel" Replied Wulf
"Why? I can fight. If not then I will man the heavy-bolter on the transport vehicle" pleaded Gangrel.
"Very well. Scavenge ammo from the fallen weapons of the villagers and we will set off tomorrow with the town patrol" said Wulf as he walked back inside.
He bolted down the stairs and saw Herlak Kahn sniping out of a window. Was it just Wulf or was Kahn mumbling: "nineteen...twenty..."
Wulf opened the door and ran onto the ramparts of the wall. Gangrel was there, kicking off orks that clambered up onto the walls and shooting into the crowd of orks below. At the bottom courtyard Grey was bracing the iron gates with some of the villagers. Wulf switched his autogun to single shot to conserve ammunition and took aim. He fired once and the bullet ploughed into the ground. He cursed as he shot again and an ork fell, a bullet through the left eye.
He shot three more times and only two orks fell. That's five bullets left, thought Wulf. The gates swung open and orks poured in. Wulf was surprised at the number of orks; instead of a hundred it was more like thirty. If this small warband could breach this fort then what could an army of them do?
Grey roared as he punched an ork in the nose. He was like an ork, big, strong and not that bright. He ducked as an ork cleaver swung passed his head and returned the favour by clubbing the greenskin with the butt of his rifle. The ork Grey had punched in the nose rose, cupping its nose with a blood drenched hand. Grey plunged his knife into the ork's shoulder and then thrust it deep into the ork's throat. It fell to the ground and drowned in its own blood. He shot a few bullets into the crowd and dived back into the fray.
Wulf saw Grey dive into the fight and Wulf got all sweaty and worried. He suddenly felt weak and feverish. There was something in the air. Spores maybe, he told himself. He released a shot down into the orks at the gate. Four left. He turned and saw an ork ladder being hoisted onto the wall. Five orks were on the rampart. Wulf, Gangrel and two villagers faced them. Waiting for the melee to begin.
A renegade shot rang out and hit Gangrel in the thigh. Wulf heard a large shout of: "BASTARDS!" and Gangrel went down, bleeding heavily.
Grey heard a cry and looked up. Blood, lots of it. Gangrel was down. Grey suddenly felt anger take him and shot wildly into the orks. His gun clicked, signalling that he had to re-load. No time for that, thought Grey as he dropped his gun and dived into the fight once again.
It was over. Wulf sighed as he walked down to were the bulk of the fighting was at the gate and saw Grey. Grey was covered in ork blood and his own. His gun lay on the floor, also covered in blood. Empty shells lay everywhere. The villagers were piling up ork corpses and human ones.
"That was a good fight," said Wulf. The villagers sighed and Grey attempted a smile but could not make it. "Gangrel will live. The bullet shattered his shin but he will live" Said Wulf. Grey's face lightened as he rose to his feet.
"We have orders from Mayor Talbot to pursue the ork menace. We have a chance of destroying the orks in this quarter" Said a messenger to the townsfolk.
"Should we go?" asked Kahn to Wulf.
"Yes, but not you Gangrel" Replied Wulf
"Why? I can fight. If not then I will man the heavy-bolter on the transport vehicle" pleaded Gangrel.
"Very well. Scavenge ammo from the fallen weapons of the villagers and we will set off tomorrow with the town patrol" said Wulf as he walked back inside.