Studgrim was quite experienced and was relatively unshaken by the event, but with just a shoota and at range, with it being off of his bad hand, he wasn’t going to do much good.
Gargnar was pretty much incapacitated. His open wounds poured blood into the sewage and the tainted water made his gnarled flesh burn with infection. He cried out in pain, though it was an inhuman growl and as much intimidating to the average man as it was a sign of pain, but this was not to faze the Dark Angel.
Naffkop, the one other remaining ork, carried the Kaptain still on his back. With only a heavy flama to his defense, and little whit to guide its use, he would not aide in their current plight.