Warming Up (3)

Guk and his bodyguards stood together, continuously firing their guns at the enemy.

"My shooting's pretty accurate!"

The weapon had grown hot in his hands, making him uncomfortable.

His first shot hit an enemy directly, knocking the guy down like a sack.

A second later, another enemy fell. He was an officer, dressed in a filthy uniform.

What pleased Guk was that there were no disgusting daemons in this battle, nor any blasphemous symbols or unclean things—only desperate people.

"Over there! Over there!"

His temporary standard-bearer and adjutant, Kundraka, suddenly roared:

"A bunch of thieving humans!! Hurry!"

Guk looked up and saw a squad of soldiers running toward Beat Your Ass. Grenades were strapped to their bodies, and they carried firebombs made from glass bottles. They were less than a hundred meters from Green Fortress.

They had appeared suddenly, leaping out from concealed trenches and following the tanks all the way while staying outside their line of sight, taking care not to get scorched by the side-mounted flamethrowers.

"You, crouch over there. Don't let them get close."

Kundraka knew how dangerous those human firebombs were. Though crude, such weapons posed enough of a threat to all Ork heavy armor.

The Court Guard who had been pointed at nodded and leaned out from behind the engine to get a better firing angle.

"Oi!"

The moment he showed himself, he jerked backward, sparks flying off his helmet.

After nearly getting his head blown off, the fellow hesitated. But Kundraka suddenly stepped beside him and pointed his gun at him, and only then did the Court Guard put his heart into it.

"Beat Your Ass, can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

Guk roared into the brick-sized communicator, but received no reply. The crew over there seemed to be sleepwalking, so he