WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
A column several kilometers wide crushed over the outer trenches and ramparts of the camp at Boss Usoka's bellowed command. The Boyz' roars as they charged shook the sky, even making the muscles in the face of the opposing boss, Valnokin, twitch.
Artillery fire erupted one after another through the rain-soaked air, accompanied by the crackling of burning rockets and big shootas.
Battles like this usually ended within five minutes.
Both sides threw all their strength in at once, engaging in brief, bloody slaughter before victory and defeat were swiftly decided.
Wars like this had practically become everyday occurrences in the Vaka Rainforest.
Small gangs devoured one another, while large warbands slaughtered each other. Given enough time, a single strongest one would inevitably emerge.
Usoka was fighting precisely such a war.
Its outcome would determine his control over the eastern district of Scrap City. By then, he would join the ranks of the six greatest bosses in Scrap City.
The Boyz of Usoka's warband slammed headlong into the enemy formations, scattering the dense masses of Snotlings and forcing them steadily back through mud and gun smoke.
Explosions rang out all along the firing line.
BOOM~!
A gate controlling access to the district disintegrated in a deafening blast.
The big 'uns clad in ultra-heavy armor trudged behind the knife-wielding Boyz who were charging and hacking ahead. They marched through the rain and swirling smoke, letting thousands of lowly shots burst in flashes against their thick metal plating.
Then the big 'uns began pouring fire into the enemy camp's walls and gates with their weapons and rocket launchers.
Blazing flashes and trembling infernos tore through the boiling clouds of smoke, gnawing at the skin of the fortress-sized camp and scouring it with flaming storms that left scars of molten metal and