[b]"...WHAT THE ZOG."[/b] [i]A booming voice echoed across the general vicinity of the area, as Ripgar Oilblood found himself staring upon the mechanized monstrosity.[/i] [i]The one-hundred and eight inch tall (or nine foot tall) Ork stared upon Alice with malice (those sick rhymes though), only one eye visible as a piece of daedric metal covered the other, glass accompanying it in an eyeglass formation and covering the pupil. His armor in general was incredibly thick, consisting of iron, pieces of Space Marine ceramite, titanium, daedric, dwarven, and ebony plating. He had done some trading with some folks with Tamriel, so he was just as armored as before. Two Daedra horns protruded from his helmet, ebony black in color and coiled in a twisted manner. Three power conduct-like structures protruded from the armor's back, surging with electricity while he stood still. It was very clear that it wasn't there for decorations. [/i] [i]As for his forms of weaponry..[/i] [i]Well, saying that he had a lot of guns would be an understatement.[/i] [i]To begin with the fellow's weaponry - clasped tightly within his thick armored right hand was a tri-barrel machine gun, loaded with three separate magazines, each holding two-hundred .50 caliber rounds. The word "AMAGADON" was engraved into the massive barrel - his original intention was to spell "Armageddon", but Ork literacy got in the way.[/i] [i]Alongside this, were several modified pistols, Blastas, and modified Bolters that hung upon his waist, alongside a massive claw that engulfed the entirety of his left arm. The claw had a field of energy surrounding its jagged talons, although not activated to the maximum. A massive chain battleaxe was strapped to his back, the chain axe bloodied from previous action.[/i] [b]"Was dis? Anotha un' a dem damn Necron bots?"[/b]