A new omake! Can anybody give me some criticism? I would love if somebody pointed at the sentences with wrong or weird grammar. Also, is the combat scene tolerable?
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Part 2.
A road home part 2
Mister Muffins.
"Wonderful," sighed Lugh. A squig and a pretty big one indeed, was moving in his direction. If he was lucky, it would be a wild one, or belonging to ferals. If it were greenskins from the dead mek's warband, then more corpses would greatly improve the chances to get organized hunt on his tail.
Human still could escape, but if there were Maggub's boyz with the squig, pursuit would begin faster than if he would get rid of them before they would raise alarm. So he decided to do it Catachan-style: find the enemy first and eliminate them before they'll get what's going on.
Lieutenant Nepeivoda took off his not-so-horned helmet. The left horn was missing, and the right one was broken near the base. He wasn't planning to leave witnesses, and ugly thing was obstructing his vision and muffling sounds. Lugh quickly checked his weapons. A choppa, his own smaller combat knife and three ork-made grenades. A human-made plasma pistol taken from mekboss' lab, it surely would kill squig but the wounds would be too distinctive, and his own bolt pistol, which would be a better option. And the unorky "sharpshoota". He considered taking the big shoota of the tripod to deal with the squig, but decided that it was a bad idea - it was too unhandy and he didn't knew how reliable it was, even though it would allow him to save bolt rounds.
A forest in the dusk usually is a pretty hard place to move stealthily. Though the tunnel dweller possessed slightly better low-light vision than humans of other planets. Silently and carefully, scout disappeared under some luckily placed shrubs. They provided a good visibility on the dirt road by which enemy seemed to move. If he would stay still or move very carefully and slowly, they wouldn't notice him. Since the body paint(Made of natural snotlings! It's good for your skin!) was designed not only to make skin orkily green, but also make the user smell like an ork, and his genuinely stinking clothing helped too, a domesticated squig probably would not pay attention to him. Scout began listening. Indeed, the squig wasn't alone. The clinking of some equipment, and a quiet cough indicated that it belonged to some orks. Or not?
Instead of an ork beastmaster, the rider of the two and half meters tall squig was a human girl in a flak armor. A kind of cute one, if one doesn't mind a sharp chela instead of the left hand, six thin, half-meter long tentacles in place of the tongue and pink light of eldrich energies in the eyes.
"I you loss control on this shit again, ya skull will come to the Skull Throne, bitch," angrily muttered the guy with laspistol in the right hand and left hands laying on handles of axes on his belt.
"I didn't - the losers provoked it! He's a squig, even if I control him, Mister Muffins still has his's instincts! And don't distract me!" hissed the witch. Lugh had been wondering how she could intelligibly talk with such a mouth for a moment.
"Conall, Snezhana, quiet! The road is nearby," said the biggest mutant. He was fat, almost three-meter high and held a huge metal tower shield in one hand and a belt-fed big shoota in another. Shield was almost two santimeters thick, two meters tall and more than a meter wide, and scout didn't believed that it was made of hollowed plastic. This mutant was definitely dangerous.
Other than aforementioned, there was two more cultists. The first one was a two and half meter tall, bare-chested muscular guy. Huge right arm holds orky looking axe and circular saw hybrid, and the left one is small and shriveled. The last cultist was an ordinary looking man in a flak armor and a gas mask. No mutations were visible.
That was unexpected, the tonnels held by chaos scum were quite far, but it wasn't a time for theories. Soldier decided to get rid of the witch before she would detect him. He carefully take the aim with his shoota and fired twice. The first bullet hit the witch right in the chest, but ricochetted from armor plate, breaking ribs instead of mincing her ribcage. The second shot cut three of her tentacles, finally causing her to lose control. Immediately, Mister Muffins roared and began bloody rampage. The human-looking guy which walked in front of the beast was thrown off like a doll and stopped moving.
"Conor, distract damn thing!" commanded the biggest mutant. He didn't even turned to the raging squig, instead trying to suppress Lugh. Metal storm tore the bushes, proving that changing position after two shots was a right decision. The shield was positioned aslant to the line of fire, making firing the shoota at it's owner useless and risky. The mutant with sawaxe laughed madly and screamed "Blood! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" while smashing the squig in the side several times.
"I'll take your skull, kommando!" roared the three-handed mutie while running to the Lugh's position, trying to flank him.
Soldier was about to take the plasma pistol in his left hand to deal with shield bearer, when a better opportunity to finish the fight showed itself. Saw guy was gutted by the squig, making the giant finally pay attention to it. Not only the shield was now perpindicular to the line of fire, but the mutant rose to the full height, leaving legs uncovered. Lugh shot the three-handed guy twice, he was quite close and could discover ambusher's position at any moment. Meanwhile, the last enemy just had finished the squig. Lieutenant shot him in the leg, not letting the trigger off, and let the recoil raise the barrel, crossing the mutant's silhuette with bullets for a couple seconds. As Lugh found soon, only about each third shot penetrated the shield, but it was enough.
"The Ancestors are watching" said human. Well, it seemed that it wasn't his time to join them yet. The entire fight ended in about less than a minute. The soldier went to ensure that witch was dead and check if any of other mutants was alive enough for interrogation.
The giant and Connal were dead. Conor technically was still living, but Lugh didn't have any medicine nor skill to make him conscious. Masked guy was dead too, his gas mask was slightly torn, revealing a bit of his face. It wasn't much, but it was much more then Lugh would want to see.
Witch seemed to bit off her own tentacles when she fell off her mount. She succumbed to the loss of blood. Looked like Snezhana was very young, maybe fourteen years old. Unseeing eyes full of tears were watching darkening sky. Without tentacles, her face looked like a one of a normal child.
"There is the one thing that I hate more than orks, and it's damned chaos," muttered Lugh before shooting the girl in the head.
Scout actually was bitterly glad that the three-way war between cultists, orks and uncorrupted humans ended in ork victory. While orks are death, Chaos is something worse. Soldier wondered for a moment: what's wrong with this cursed universe if he considers that green monsters overtaking his planet is the lesser evil?
But it wasn't a time for deep thoughts about the nature of the universe. There was much more pressing matters. The appearance of mutants was very worrying. The diverse allegiance of cultists was quite rare, and could have meant that several cults of different gods teamed up with some nefarious purpose. If forces of chaos were up to something, it was very bad news. Lugh didn't wanted something like a return of The Winged Doom. He clearly remembered what oldsters told about terrifying Lord of Change, which only the Garkill himself managed to kill after weakening the daemon with orbital bombardment. Surely, now whatever would happen would hurt orks much more than humans. But the bitter truth was that flame of humanity didn't died out on Danaan only because warbosses either find humans' struggle amusing or don't care. They dared to kill Maggub only because he was more serious about hunting humans than others. Preserving the status-quo was the only way to survive.
Lugh stayed before an important choice: to return with information that cultists were found on surface and far from their holes, or to try to get some more intelligence. Both variants had their own risks: to return with too little data and loose too much time, or to try to bite off more than he could chew, die and fail to deliver any information at all.
After some thinking, scout decided to find more about the enemy. He would backtrack where this group came from, and continue his return to the tunnels in case of facing too big risks. Maybe it was just a group of loons who decided to take an enthusiastic walk and kill some orks in the name of Dark Gods.
It seemed that the road home became a bit longer.
