The metal thrown by Nazshak bounced off the larger Orks belly, he didnt flinch but retaliated by piffing the engine to the side and stomping up to the Shoota Boy, and punching him full in the face with a ham sized fist.
"Dats cos yer a Git an' yer kept bettin' dat Iz coodnt drink a Squigs weight in Fungas beer!"
Skarfang bared his fangs in a snarl. "N wot da Boss dun know aint gunna 'urt nobody!"
Skarfang saw a bit of movement in the corner of his eye and turned towards it, brandishing his choppa and bellowing mightily. "OI! IZ SAW DAT! YOUZ UPIN DA TREE!"
The Burna Boy hadnt actually seen much more then a slight flicker, which could have been some bird or wind settling, but his Orkish instincts said 'Wen in doubt, yell an' shout!'
Then he slung his flama into position and activated the sparka, while singing a little ditty in a rather loud voice, stealth was not Skarfangs strong suit, BURNIN' STUFF WAZ!! "Burnin' in da mornin', Burnin' in da evenin', Burnin' at da eatin' time!"
Still singing, he triggered the flame and began to set fire to the tree, as he'd got it into his small Orky brain that burnin' sumfink waz da best fing da do at da moment!
His singing became no more then Orks! said in a musicical tone, as he burned, smoking his cigar. ANd if the tree had nothin' in it then at least it was good and burned.
"Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks!"
(Thodol)
The Marine silently cursred his luck and used some of his magicks to 'fade away', that is completley disappear from the visual senses of anyone watching, then when he felt the timing was right he would probably slay the noisome Orks, depending on his mood, he then moved slowly to circle behind the Orks, the slow-minded creatures would not see him until he wished it.