Orktober, Part 3 - Da 'Ard Boyz.

 

“WAAAGH!” came the guttural roar from dozens of throats, rising in volume as more and more Orks joined in the warcry.

Raggedly the line of greenskins charged forwards, gathering momentum and bodies as they went until an almost unstoppable for had built up. Weapons were hefted and swung in anticipation, Boyz howled with glee and loosed off sporadic shots from their guns as they ran forwards.

The surviving Space Marines didn't turn away or back into cover, Gargrub and Ruzgob had both fought Space Marines before so didn't expect them too really. Instead the superhuman warriors levelled their Bolt Rifles and began firing into the packed mass charging them, coolly reloading and opening fire again.

“Dey're good dis lot, must be coz dey're green” Ruzgob shouted over the din as they charged.

“Dey'ze not proper green, so not as good as an Ork” Grubnatz retorted, over the clinking of the armour dangling from his body.

From somewhere Boss Grubnatz had shouldered his way through the middle of both Gargrub and Ruzgob's mobs with his 'Ard Boyz in tow. Their bulkier armoured forms crunching and clanging as metal banged against metal and bullets scrapped along.

A ricochet tumbled over the Ork next to Gargrub as he tried to outdo the hulking 'Ard Boyz. No Ork liked to be shown up by other mobs, especially skum like Grubnatz.

Boyz were blown apart left and right, but the mass kept on going. Gargrub was thrilled to see that a couple of the so called 'Ard Boyz, with all their extra armour protection were thrown from their feet by the bolt shells.

As they were about to impact on the Space Marines line, another explosion tore a huge chunk of the already ruined wall away and portions careened into the mobs. The huge silhouette of a Space Marine Dreadnaught lurched from the smoking crater, it's cannon blazing and scything through a mob to their left.

Without pause the Dreadnaught charged into Ruzgob's mob and almost disarpeared as Orks threw themselves at it, banging and clashing with their weapons upon it's armoured hull. The Space Marines charged to support their Dreadnaught and in an instant the whole courtyard had dissolved into a giant swirling melee.

This was the time Orks lived for – the adrenaline pumping, blood roaring, thrill of hand to hand combat. Grubnatz was in the thick of it, having long since lost Gargrub and Ruzgob, not that he cared. His boyz were with him in the fight and that was all that mattered right now.

He swung about with his Power Klaw, one of the Space Marines ducking his swing and slamming him off balance. Another Marine swung in with a combat blade, but lost his arm to a well placed choppa swing from one of the 'Ard Boyz, Grubnatz regained his footing and snatched up the Space Marine around the torso.

The claws clamped shut and held fast for a moment, the titanic forces of the pistons of the weapon fighting against the hardened ceramite of the Space Marines armour. Then there was a crack as the Power Klaw's force won out and the Space Marine came apart messily. Grubnatz laughed and hurled the potions of the unfortunate Space Marine to the floor before charging again.

*****

 Hello, welcome to Part three of Orktober.

This time, I've finished up a mob of 10 'Ardboyz. These are Slugga Boyz who have scavenged, stolen, half-inched metal plates to fashion crude armour out of.

I used a pair of mismatched shoulder pads on each Ork and tried to use the torsos which included armour panels sculpted on.

Eventually I want to add some proper Ork check patterns to their shoulders and the rokkit in the launcher.

Likewise I want to add back-banners to all the varying Nobz throughout the force, but I've run out of steel rod to make the frames from, the plates themselves are made out of plasticard trimmed to shape and rivitz added...because as all Orks know, 'Rivitz fix anything!'.

I have another Orktober post in the works, which will be the last one for this year's Orktober.

Until next time...

 - Lewis