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For lack of any better options, the Orks obliged the servitor, taking to his lead, though not without reservation. At all points, the defacto leader, Studgrim followed not a foot or two behind with his shoota trained.

“I’m sensing a Dark Angel, a space marine, in the tunnel we are approaching,” warned the servitor.

“Keep moovin’,” the Ork barked back, not at all believing the servitor’s report.
“I don’t think you realize, he will defeat you,” warned the servitor again, having some stake in this as well.
The Ork was hard headed, not truely even listening to the servitor. He snapped at the bionic man, “No, git, ya realize I'm gorra blast ya zoggin' 'ead off!"