"AAAAH!"
Ado screamed as he leveled his rifle and thrust hard, impaling a green creature carrying a sack. What were those things called again?
Gretchin? Snotlings?
He could not quite remember.
Anyway, those things were weak. Ado thought fighting them was far better than fighting Orks. When it screamed, Ado finally felt like he was not completely useless.
At least he had one kill now, right?
But the next second, he regretted picking on the weak.
Perhaps seeing Ado kill one of its underlings, an Ork wielding twin axes and slaughtering its way through the crowd suddenly turned its head, its bloodshot eyes locking onto him.
"Oh... no."
That single glance made Ado feel as though he had already been chopped into pieces. When the brute shoved aside the people around it and charged straight at him, he turned and ran without a second thought.
"No, no, no..."
Ado ran for his life, but the heavy panting and terrifying killing intent behind him drew ever closer. Those sharp axes seemed almost close enough to reach his neck, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
WAAAAAGH!!
With that roar, Ado felt his soul nearly leave his body. Then his foot slipped, and he crashed hard onto the ground.
Then, with a wet smack, an axe as large as his head buried itself in the mud just inches from him.
"AAAH!!"
Ado screamed, but the second axe was already coming down.
Bang! Bang!
Two deafening blasts interrupted the execution. Not far away, a burly man with bandages wrapped around his head held a heavy shotgun and fired several rounds at the twin-axe Ork, blasting it off balance. Then several more shots struck its huge head.
At last, it roared and fell.
"Rookie, get over here!"
The burly