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[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse looked at him quizzically. "Why do you say that?" he asked him, wanting to know. He was kind of afraid of the big ones himself, but he didn't have much cause to not trust them. Or at least that's what he remembers.

[Prosperan Son]

"I don't trust anyone that isn't willing to " Mugiar's response was cut short by the sound of a las-gun discharging, followed by glass shattering as las-fire cut through the front window and put three rounds through the driver's head, causing the car to skid to the side. Even before they could react, the lead car went up in flames as hidden AT Mine went off, destroying the lead vehicle and obliterating it's passengers.

[Armoured Priest]

The change was instant, the red eye pieces of the gasmask now glowing and the voices spoke loudly. "Finally, killing time." he said, Oberga now in control. He pulled out his bolter and racked the reciever as he kicked the door open, looking for targets.

[Prosperan Son]

"Ah Krid..."Mugiar swore in the native dialect, wiping away a trickle of blood that slid down the side of his forehead. The skid had caused his head to slam into the glass of his window, nearly cracking it.

The thirty man convoy slewed to a halt the moment the first two cars had gone down. By luck, Mugiar and Kombuse had only been in the second car and spared the fate experienced by the first. Distant war cries were heard from all around the convoy, the attackers hidden by the darkness. Muzzle flashes soon started to go off as the convoy was struck from all sides, the cars pulling into a circle as to provide cover.

" If we're lucky, they won't be stupid enough to destroy the actual convoys." Mugiar oped, a fellow ganger stepping out from a nearby truck and tossing him an auto-rifle.

[Armoured Priest]

"They had the brains to attack us at night and use mines." Oberga rebuttaled as he readied the bolter, taking cover behind a car now. "Just hope that Tzeentch decides to throw a wrench in their plans." he added as he began firing into areas he sees the ambusher's muzzle flashes.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 83 (83)

[Prosperan Son]

A yelped of pain was heard as the bolt round took the arm off the shooter, followed the percusive 'bang' of the round detonating.

"You have a point."Mugiar smirked, taking aim with his rifle. He fired in short controlled burst, landing a shot right between the eyes of another attacker. The rest of the gangers had gone about setting up positions by their own vehicle, opening fire themselves.

A trail of lasfire stitched across the ground and along the front of the car, the rounds leading towards Kombuse.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 44 (44)

[Armoured Priest]

Oberga growled. "I don't think so." he opened up with a torrent of bolt rounds on the source of the las gun fire, tracing the lights to their origin.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 78 (78)

[Prosperan Son]

"Such bad timing." Growled Mugiar in annoyance, fearful of how the Mandori would take a late shipment. Gods above forbid that he give a damn about them. He watched Kombuse take out another man." Good shot."

Several more lasrounds flew over head, one of them singing Mugiar's shoulder. He snarled, raising his rifle and firing a hail of solid slugs that sent the shooter flopping down to the ground dead.

Another shooter took aim at Kombuse, fire a burst of auto-rounds aimed for his heart.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 81 (81)

[Armoured Priest]

Seeing the shooter taking a shot at him, Oberga tries to dive to the ground to the gound by the car they were taking cover behind of.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 90 (90)

[Prosperan Son]

The rounds miss and shatter off the rearview mirror next to Oberga, sending shards of mirror and glass that stitch along his arm. Nothing serious. Mugiar is quick to put a hole through the man's head.

One of the gangers nearby is blasted off his feet, a blood pooling around him. Mugiar didn't think twice of him. The fire-fight suddenly halted.

"Is it over?" One of the gangers asked ignorantly, causing Mugiar to groan. The enemy were moving in to press their numbers.

[Armoured Priest]

The grin on the draconion gasmask only grew at the thought, to the point where it parted and revealed the rows of carnivous teeth and mottled blue tongue and flesh with in. "Now the fun starts." he says to himself, slipping on the sigil covered brass knuckles now, leaving his bolter to hang on the sling as he unholsters his bolt pistol for the charge now.

[Prosperan Son]

"Come on, Come on let's get this over with." Mugiar muttered underneathing, hoping they'd charge soon. He had a convoy to see too and these rebels were proving to be pest. As if in response to his urging, the Rebels opened fire once more, only this time the muzzle flashes were closer then before ...and moving.

They were charging and firing from their hips as they did so. One of the fighters let loose a barrage at full auto towards Mugiar and Kombuse

1d100 rolled for a total of: 40 (40)

[Armoured Priest]

Oberga stood up as he aims the bolt pistol at the wildly shooting rebel. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" he roared from his warped tainted maw as he fired and charged at the rebels, tired of waiting for them to get closer.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 84 (84)

[Prosperan Son]

One rebel toppled forward face first, a bolt round from Kombuse blowing out the back of his head.Two more of the Rebels charged Kombuse, bayonets at the ready. One jabbed at his chest while the other slashed at his neck.

neck:
1d100 rolled for a total of: 24 (24)

Chest:
1d100 rolled for a total of: 64 (64)

[Armoured Priest]

Oberga goes to grab the charging rebel guns by their bodies and growls with effort as he tries to use his strength and the rebels momentums to send them flying over his shoulders like clumsy pole vaulters.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 72 (72)

1d100 rolled for a total of: 66 (66)

[Prosperan Son]

Both rebels are sent flipping over his shoulders, crashing on their backs with a duel *thud* One was dazed, but the other was quick to recover. He brought his gun to bear and opened fire point-blank.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 22 (22)

[Armoured Priest]

Oberga's blood was up and nothing was going to slow him down from having his first blood. He twisted around and rushes forward with his gasmask jaws agape at the rebel to clamp down on his throat.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 58 (58)

[Prosperan Son]

The man shrieked in terror as Kombuse came at him, his howls of fear turning to pain and then a gurgle as Kombuse ripped into his threat. Meanwhile the rest of the Rebels had reached the Convoy at last and a fierce melee had erupted.

Mugiar, Auto-Rifle spent, walked through the carnage las-pistol in one hand , a large 17inch curved knife in the other, held in a reverse grip. Two rebels charged him, he dispatched one with a shot from his pistol that hit the man straight in the eye and looked towards the other. In one swift move, he ducked underneath the man's sweeping bayonet and rammed the blade into his groin, sliding the blade up through his stomach and chest, before pulling out at his throat.

[Armoured Priest]

Standing up from his fresh kill, he swallow a hunk of flesh that was in his mouth as the moltted blue tongue snaked out to lick his snout of the excess gore. He grabbed the fallen rebel's bayoneted rifle and goes over to the other one that still seemed dazed. He put a boot on his back and started stabbing the rebel repeatedly.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 83 (83)

[Prosperan Son]

"NO!" The man screamed fervently just before the bayonet slammed into his chest. The first two strikes dug through his lungs, the third through his heart, the fourth and fifth going through his esophagus and the top of his stomach.

Your bloody frenzy is halted by a sharp pain in the back of your leg, a las round from behind clipping you in the side of your thigh.