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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/24/2018 3:29:12 AM
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The Ork had crushed two Emu's on the landing with his weight, laughing as he spit out his cigar.
The pecks would have torn up a humie to shreds, but this was no pathetic humie.
DIS WAZ BRUTAGAR FACESTOMPAH. DA BESTEST ORK AROUND. HE RECIEVED WORSE BITES FROM A FACEATER SQUIG THAN FROM THESE WEAKLINGS.
Immediately he started to punch and kick them in the throats and bodies, crushing windpipes and breaking ribs with ease. The pecks admittedly did not do much to the Ork's armor that was sewn into the jacket, and any that tried getting near his face immediately got their skulls crunched in his maw.
He got up, batting away another emu. Reaching inside his coat he pulled out a large stick with a club like head and a circle at the bottom. He pulled the circle off and tossed it into the swarm, it releasing shrapnel everywhere, tearing through more.
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He'd see an emu riding away on his bike somehow, it made no sense, but it was happening as the rest of the emus harrassed man.
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The motorcycle literally fell apart as the Emu attempted to ride it as being held by spit, tape, gun and [i]hope[/i] wasn't going to last long anyways with a non-Ork. The snotling fell onto another one, dying instantly. "ME BIKE!" He shouted in a соckney British accent as he pummeled his way through the crowd towards his ruined bike.
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The emu took parts with them, sprinting away faster than any humanoid could hope to move as they stole what they could in hopes of reverse engineering it. Several dozen got in his way to simply slow him down just to make sure.
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[i]Well.. one would attempt to ensure that such parts did not reach the emus.[/i] [i]Victoria's black and red set of ceramite armoring promptly crashed down in front of the emus who were attempting to escape, her superhero landing releasing a circular wave of treacherous green flame that melted away at the birds around her. She had her power gladius drawn, with no firearms bolted at her side however, as she would become a whirlwind of fire and disruption.[/i] "[i]Mors inimicus![/i]"
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The birds had spread out, making sure at least some of the parts would be returned. The remaining birds tackled and pecked the woman in the joints and head.
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[i]Victoria would not try to stop the birds with slow melee, or at least slow at the time. She needed to find a leader to end. From her left hand, she raised it high, punching some of the emus in the head as they came for her head, as green fire extended outwards into an eight-foot long "sword" - it looked like a weightless hunk of flame, as she would then swing horizontally into the horde of foes.[/i]
