Neither hit. Orky ballistic skill was poor, and while aim might have been better for such skilled combatants, neither kept the sights in particular good repair, preferring the tactile glee of physically dominating their foes. Zoggurtz’ powerclaw ripped forward first, a weapon to be avoided at all cost. Zed lunged back, narrowly missing the surprisingly delft ork in heavy armor. His body rolled back, bringing his other hand up naturally, gun in hand. The range left no room for missing. The slug hardly left the barrel before it struck Zed squarely in the eye.