Nutans's appearance made the situation on the battlefield somewhat tense.
Uquett saw more guards pouring in through the entrance opposite them. Blazing silver needles came down like a torrential rain as these newly arrived enemy reinforcements launched a counterattack against the Orks, and a fierce struggle immediately erupted.
"They've got some guts, I'll give 'em that."
He muttered to himself, realizing that the enemy clearly would not surrender as quickly as expected.
The spaces around the marble statues, their few scraps of cover, were torn apart by silver flames.
Every volley shredded the hardwood frames to pieces or burned through the puppets still plucking their strings with metal fingers.
Yet the music continued to drift through the hall.
Whenever Uquett saw those bizarre puppets, he felt instinctively nauseated. Those things made him deeply uncomfortable.
A sudden boom rang out, and Uquett glanced behind him.
A Black Claw Mob warrior fell while rushing toward cover, a bullet piercing his skull. The corpse slid heavily down beside Uquett.
Only three members of that mob remained alive, and they had been separated from their leader.
"Get the stickbombs! Knock out those big boom-booms!"
Uquett shouted at the Boyz carrying rocket launchers.
"Give me cover! Gather here and draw those little shrimps' attention! Aaagh!"
"Aaagh!"
The Boyz answered, charging forward with exceptional coordination.
The guards trying to establish a defensive line directly ahead immediately came under tremendous pressure.
One guard in silver armor was torn apart by heavy gunfire, his ruined body tumbling onto the floor and collapsing atop bullet-riddled instruments in a bloody heap.
The puppets also twitched amid the hail of bullets, still trying to play despite their hands having long since become nothing but shattered bones and cables.
As airborne troops, these Ork Boyz were more disciplined than most of their