[i]The Orks outside of Ripgar's shielding were effected, charging into the gunfire and being cut down, spores released into the air alongside their blood. Until of course, a Shock Boy had the excellent idea of circling the gunner, and propelling himself into the air before slamming down upon the gunner from the side. [/i] [b]"WHAT THE ZOG IS SHOOTIN' AT ME HEAD."[/b] [i]Ripgar roared, eyeing in at the rifleman and roaring. He cackled madly, before raising up his Shokk Attack Gun.[/i] [spoiler]Using a specific rule based on two dice rolls for this damned thing. 'Ere we go! 1-7: Launches a crazed Snotling at the target. 8-10: Launches a Snotling into the target's body or armor. 11: Kills Ripgar. 12: Kills the target instantaneously. [/spoiler] [spoiler]Ey rolls a 4.[/spoiler] [i]Suddenly, a wild Snotling was propelled into the air, sucked in from afar by the Shokk Attack Gun's vacuum. It's dull red eyes blazed with madness, as it landed upon the gunner's position and clawed randomly.[/i] [i]The artillery was met with more Ork combat, as some Orks had managed to actually get close in the uphill battle: Ripgar himself was only about ten feet away, as his troops fired their Shootas and Rokkit Launchas, while the vehicles in the background opened fire: it was becoming a shitfest of gunfire.[/i]