"Get up! Get up. Don't tell me fall from the sky is enough to take ya down," voice of Břřok brought Brolgor back to his senses. All around him a scene of ruination with no orruk laughing as is usual after a good fightin. And next to him lay the body of Zoghag, bleeding from dozens of wounds, only his magics keeping him alive.
"He'll live, Mork rather likes him I think. But we gotta move and fast, cant stay here no more, else more of those bearded meatballs come," said his boss with unusual sense of urgency. He was bleeding too, Brolgor noticed, as he remembered the chaotic melee Břřok was having, while he was assailing the flything.
"Ye, and we need a good fight for the Boyz. This wasn't it."
As he moved to get the orruks up and moving, he saw the remains and his mind was filled with fury once again, as he remembered a moment not so long ago, when the army was returning from a, weird, battle with another of the duardin...
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Rage filled Brolgor's heart when he saw yet another duardin threat looming, now directly at their own encampment. Huge airship high above the ground blocked out the sun and on the ground lines of dwarves were ransacking the camp, despoiling the places of magic that Zoghag set up and thieving the glowy rock his boss liked to gather as they travelled the land. Even worse, they did not have time to prepare and thus the disparate warbands were disjointed, Bug's boltboyz missing altogether, still wounded from the previous fight. Břřok yelled commands, trying to set up the forces, yet his words were cut of by the hail of bolts that battered the orruks. Brolgor could see Korlsug's warriors falling in droves.
Furious, he sprung forth, shouting his prays to Mork, but he was quickly stoped by the boltfire and he used all his might to ward off the incoming damage, yet some orruks still fell. Then came another volley. And another. Out of nowhere, Foot of Mork broke the lines of the baloonlike duardin and Knarl’s mob charged forth, but in the chaos of the battle, they didn't manage to all get into the melee and failed to bring down the dwarves. Stoopid gitz. To the west, battered remnants of Korslug's forces started to rout and Snug's crossbows failed to penetrate the frigate. Even through rage, Brolgor knew back then that the fight was not the one he would enjoy.
The ship moved transporting the midgets towards Zoghag who did not manage to hide in time and a massive volley sent the shaman to the ground bleeding from dozens of wounds.
Břřok and Brolgor roared with primitive fury and they closed the distance. As the hulking troggoth tore through the duardin who opened themselves to charge through their quest to slay the shaman, he crawled up the monument of power and jumped towards the flyship, still too low after disembarking its troops. Then came a volley of bolts. Bug's boltboyz finally arrived, sneaking behind the duardin, their shots shredded the midgets, crippling the crew of the ship. His fury was swift and with mortal precision he managed to slaughter the duardin on board until they sounded retreat, finally starting to laugh with the carnage of the fight. As the foot soldiers got back to the ship, he was at last overwhelmed and bushed of the ship. Before darkness took him, he saw the retreating ship flowing to the west.