Snippet #2714878

"'OI! You'ze in 'da way you'ze git! Oh zog 'dis! I'z gotz 'da better plan! Get over 'ere grotz!" The Mek suddenly ran away as something began to stomp its way to his position. Suddenly replacing the Mak as it rounded the corner, a metallic walker with steam bellowing from it and armed with makeshift drills and hacksaws took its place.

"Oi! now You'ze 'da grotz now!" A small voice spoke through the speaker as the machine charged forward. Preppared to chop the pokemon into pieces.

For the Kommando Nob, as the smoke cleared a blast of lighting hit hit, thankfully his armor took the blow. Being crude and heavy, it did wonders for defense. However soon the Nob looked down at the flaming monkey in fron of him. It of course did not understand what it was saying, but he knew it was talking to him. And whatever it said it still made him mad. "You'ze talking 'ta me! I'z gunna stikk you'ze gud!" The Kommando soon grabbed a random cigar in his pouch and put it in its mouth before he raided the gun. With lots of pellets, each worth a few caliber in stopping power. He aimed in the general direction of the group of Pokémon. Despite horrid accuracy of ork guns. This horrid accuracy for this Speshul Shoota was its specialty. Of course the closer you were, the more pellets would hit and the bigger the shot would be. The Nob soon took a shot at them sending a quite litteral wall of bullets at them before running of to get to cover while throwing bombs behind him, all with a nice yellow paintjob.

For the Nob squad, they slowly marched to the entrance prepared to give the intruders a real green menance. "BOYZ! You'ze gitz form up! We'ze gunna krump 'da pokeyman gitz boss! 'Un krump 'da gitz in 'da city!" One Nob roared as they advanced with the remaining orkz in the plant grouping on them.