Gutt'Smasha growled, his Mega-Armoured bulk shifting as his boot stomped down on a squealing grot whilst he rose from his skull-adorned throne. He shrugged his bionik left arm, it having been severed by the 'Blitzgunna' some humie git that had been cutting down his boyz back when there was something to do. He walked out of the towering fort and strolled toward the Mek's workshop, Until an out-of-breath Nob ran up to him. "BOSS, BOSS-" The Nob started but was cut off by Gutt'Smasha "SHUT IT YA GIT, WHADDA YOU WANT?!" The towering Goff Warboss yelled at the exhausted Nob. "One of Stampa's Grots came back an hour ago, he said he saw da Blitzgunna" The Nob said, making Gutt'Smasha pause as a grin spread across his face, "Get da ladz ready and tell that damn Mek that he better have fixed my battlewagon" The Mega-Nob chuckled, thought's of sweet vengeance already on his mind...
Krieg took another drag of his cigar, watching the deep red sun dip below the horizon as he breathed out a cloud of the toxic mixture of smoke. After his little 'Loot Run' he had upgraded his Flak Armour with numerous pieces of Armaplas and plates of Plasteel that had been torn off the gun-shield of one of the Earthshaker Cannon's, in addition, he had found a heavily customised pump-action shotgun on one of the dead bodies along with a box of shells. Although Krom hated when he looted the dead, Krieg had no such qualms in doing so, having been born and raised in a hive in which it was a case of kill or be killed, and the best way of doing that is having the best and biggest gun. His new shotgun appeared to have been based off an Accatran pattern Mk XI, albeit with a bigger and heavier caliber and modified to take a magazine instead of having to load the shell's individually. The stock appeared to have been removed and a short-bladed chainsword replaced the tubular magazine with a toggle to activate it on the left side of the pump, that and it now had a triple-stacked 12-shot magazine loaded into it.
Krieg smiled, thinking about the hissy-fit a tech-priest would have if one found this abomination of a weapon. He let out a sigh a tossed the burning nub of his cigar over the edge of the overpass before shouldering the massive shotgun and walking towards the sleeping form of Krom, who had been napping on one of the Centaurs. Suddenly, Krieg paused, a great idea had entered his mind, he stifled a giggle as he picked up a straight piece of rebar and a full-face rebreather unit from the ground before jamming the rebreather onto the rebar and, as silently as possible, climbed atop the Centaur that Krom was sleeping on. Krieg flintched as the suspension creaked under his weight, pausing for a moment before sticking the other end of the piece of rebar into one of the gratings above its engine. Krieg bit his knuckle, trying not to laugh before his prank came to fruition.
Krieg quietly leaned his shotgun against the side of the Centaur before he poked Krom in the rib, causing the sniper to mumble something in his sleep. Frowning, Krieg decided to change tactic, namely by slapping Krom in the face which the hive-ganger did, Hard. Krom's head lolled to the side, his eyes flickering open as his brain fought to awaken him. As soon as his eyes opened however, they focused on the face mere inches above his own. Instantly two things happened, One, Krom screamed like a little girl and Two, Krieg burst out laughing. "YOU SON OF A BITCH" Krom yelled at the top of his lungs as Krieg rolled around on the ground, clutching his sides. "You scream like a girl" Krieg managed to choke out through his laughter, before being punched in the face by Krom how had by now replaced his terror with good old fashioned human hatred and anger.
"You hit like one too" Krieg chuckled, rubbing his jaw where Krom's haymaker had hit. Krom growled grabbing his Autogun from where it lay next to him as Krieg jumped down from the Centaur and picked up his shotgun, Krom jumping off of the Centaur a moment later just as the sound of footsteps echoed from behind them. As one the pair turned, Krom's Autogun aimed at the newcomer as Krieg chambered a round into his monstrous shotgun, the 'Chick-Chank' of it being cocked sending shiver's down the hive-ganger's spine. At first glance the stranger appeared human however on closer inspection, it was taller, slimmer and had pointed ears. As soon as that last fact had crossed Krieg's mind he realized that it was an Eldar, almost by instinct he leveled his shotgun at the xeno-things face just as the thing raised its hands.
Almost instantly Krieg's mind became clouded, hazy almost as if a storm had brewed inside of his head, Only then did Krieg realise that the Eldar-thing was a Psyker. Krieg's free hand reached into one of the pocket's on his bandolier, grabbing a syringe full of a ruddy-orange liquid before plunging it into his thigh and pressing down on the plunger, injecting its potent cocktail of drugs into Krieg's system. In a second the haze the clouded Krieg's mind disappeared entirely, the mixture of Frenzon, Onslaught and Stimm honing his mind into a razor's edge. He heard a 'thump' from beside him, taking his eyes off of the xeno and glancing at Krom, who was on the ground foaming at the mouth and shaking uncontrollably.
Without even looking Krieg pulled the trigger, his shotgun bucking in his grasp as the Hive-Ganger rose to his feet, the blast of the fearsome weapon barely clipping the elder as it spun on its heel, a slim pistol in its right hand. The xeno fired back, Krieg felt a trio of small 'thunks' as the xeno's weapon impacted his armour, lodging into his right pauldron. He threw the empty syringe at the xeno, who nimbly dodged it with a backflip, just a Krieg planned as he pumped a fresh round into his shotgun. The gun roared once more, this time catching the xeno's right arm, blowing it off into a spray of red gore just below the elbow. The Eldar didn't miss a beat, doing another backflip as it fired a spray of shots at Krieg, who dodged behind the Centaur as he chambered another round into his shotgun, a still-smoking shell dropping to the ground.
Krieg looked down, noticing that his chestplate looked like a dart board as he broke off the wafer-thin dart-like things that that xeno had shot him with. Krieg knew for a fact that the Eldar had a tendency to coat them with poison and he felt that this was no exception as his Chem-Metal Jacket reformed over the gashes left in his armour. The hairs on Krieg's neck stood on edge as he reflexively rolled to the right, just in time as a Power Sword nicked his left pauldron, before stumbling to his feet. The xeno had stemmed the bleeding from its missing hand and had somehow managed to sneak up on Krieg, this time however the Eldar had a humming Power Sword in its left hand levelling its blade at Krieg in the universal form of a challenge. Krieg placed his shotgun atop the Centaur before drawing his own Power Sword, flicking the activation rune as its blade glowed with a blood red glow.
For a fleeting moment the world was still, but this was broken when the Eldar and the Hive-Ganger's blades clashed, sending a shower of sparks onto the ground below.
Only one would walk away from this, even as darker powers set their gaze upon this fight...