(Drak’Shal)
The Daemon roared in rage and hatred, feeling blood being drained, it would not kill him, nor would it slow him down, he did not need blood to function. He stopped straining against the bonds and lunged at the vampire, determined to destroy the object of his frustration.
(Zarris’ Hound)
The Hound howled in pain as the blade cleaved through its chest, it was abruptly released from whatever held it and it dropped to the ground, stood on wobbly legs for a moment before keeling over with an almost human sigh.
It lay there for a few more moments, claws’ scrabbling uselessly before its essence was sucked back into the Warp, its slayer would feel a slight ‘suction’ as the Daemonic Hounds essence was dissipated.
(Celebrin’s stalker-Hound)
The Hound snarls as the prey changes its direction and charges, it did not leap however and surging forward, dodged to the side as the Prey got within striking distance, it was ready to lunge if the Prey was off-balance slightly.
It heard another and growled, if it tried to distract the Flesh Hound from its task then its fangs would be buried in the newcomer’s throat.
(Skarfang)
“Dam right Iz wanted me second bezt tank! Gimme dat!” Skarfang grabbed it off the smaller Ork and, after an appraising glance at the shoota, whistled “Yeah, dats gunna be good at krumpin', now watz we’re gunna do iz-“
He was interrupted by the dragon-humie, who claimed that a Spikey Boy was better then an Ork. Skarfang was outraged and bellowed “WOT!?” He turned on Nazshak and said in a remarkably sinister voice. “Get da buggy or da deffkopta, Iz dun care which wun yoo use but da armor is MINE!”
He bared his fangs, hefted his tank over his shoulder and climbed into the ship, where he could be heard bellowing an Orky song.
“I dunno wot yoo been told,
Da Burna Boyz iz mighty bold,
We’ze da bezt of da lot,
Make you lot look like Grotz”
There was mass banging around and what sounded like hydraulics systems, that had never once been oiled, forced to work, he was down there for a bit
“HUR HUR! OI NAZSHAK, YA GIT! IZ GOTTA SURPRISE DOR DAT SPIKEY BOY! AN’ GET DOWN ‘ERE AN’ GRAB ALL DA MELTA BOMS AND STIKK BOMS YOO CAN CARRY!! HEY GROT DUN TOUCH DAT FING!”
He yelled the last words at something inside the ship, there was more clanking and Skarfang was laughing in approval, as he was either building something or piecing something together. Or both
