The long gun barrels spat shells without pause. They packed tremendous power and could punch through the enemy's force field at close range.
The enormous, blood-soaked Ork hurled himself forward. Horrific wounds kept opening across Crazy Tim's body, but he seemed to feel nothing.
Crazy Tim turned himself into a world-shattering projectile and slammed straight into the mech. He instantly smashed its lower point-defense installations, then jumped fearlessly onto the handle of the great hammer lodged in its body.
Above him sat a ray cannon, and above that was the Boomblasta Mech's head.
Crazy Tim hammered the mech with his oversized fists, leaving dent after dent.
As a master of melee combat, how could he possibly lack blades for close quarters? Several adamantium knives sprang from Crazy Tim's armor. These were trophies that had cut down countless formidable enemies in his "younger days." The one he now held was the bloodblade dagger he had used to behead the former boss of the Blood Axes.
These weapons, practically Ork relics, were worshipped by countless Ork Boyz. Receiving one as a reward was the dream of many a boy.
The keen blade plunged hard into one of the deep dents he had already made, drawing a gush of machine oil.
Waaaaaaaaaagh!
Inside the Boomblasta Mech, countless alarms sounded and lights flashed, warning Boomblasta that numerous systems had failed.
"Record: lower point-defense weapons are too fragile in melee. Improvements required."
"Boss, I reckon the mech's about done for. The big guns can't aim at our own crotch." The Weirdboss sensed terrible danger. The enemy's waaaaaaaagh energy field was eating away at their mech with all its might.
"Record: weapon firing arcs require adjustment."
Even an adamantium mech struggled against Crazy Tim's monstrous strength and a battering ram made from some unknown material.
Evan