The smell of hot metal, partially combusted promethium and the sharp sweat of bodies filled Grobs nostrils, they flared wide drinking it in deep for the looted human transport craft was hurtling headlong into battle. Grobs heard other Boyz muttering under their excited breathing "wargh, wargh, wargh, wargh" it hadn't picked up into a chant yet but it would be soon. Actual combat, proper fighting, brutal nasty and bloody and Grobs couldn't contain their excitement. The transport shook hard as anti-air munitions detonated off the hull "WAAAARGH!" Grobs bellowed much to their satisfaction ahead of the rest of the Mob garnering a look of respect from their a Nob as the rest of the Boyz took up the cry, the metal superstructure shaking harder with their combined voices. The rising excitement was too much, the sound of gunfire growing louder and the bellows of other Orks already getting stuck in, shrieks of sonic busting aircraft in dogfights had Grobs on edge playing with the trigger of the Rokkit Launcher full of visions popping open a human tank. Suddenly it was a lot quieter.
No that's not what happened, Grobs had gone deaf and looking furtively at their beloved Launcher they saw a disembodied hand clutching the tube. Distantly realising that the hand should be on their wrist and not pumping blood in the rushing air. Fortunately ork biology kept Grobs awake for the fall, they spotted their transport flying onward a huge gap in the hull and trailing black smoke. With a hard crash Grobs smashed through several floors of ruined concrete apartment building coming to rest in a snipers nest, a soft human had broken Grobs fall and prevented damage to the Rokkit Launcher. Reaching out and clutching it close to their chest Grobs lost consciousness.
