jinking through a series of guardsmen running from the slaughter, Rolla' was swinging his wrench left and right, crackin' skulls while howling in glee. His tailwings reaped a bloody harvest, leaving only a red trail in the wake of... Well, his red trail. His ribbons whipped in the wind, a bloodthirsty red hurricane tearing through the shattered guardsmen. "Come an' get yer skulls opened, ya pinkskin panzies!" Rolla' was nearing the end of the line of humans, and needed to make a sharp turn to keep going. So, he leant to the side and fired his Dakka, the recoil causing his bike to turn sharply. However, in his red-ribboned wake, the maneuver was missed by another ork that was hot on his tail, and that ork wasn't slowing down in the slightest. While the ensuing collision certainly left a satisfactory fireball, Rolla' was flung off his bike and landed on a particularly large pinkskin.<br/><br/>It didn't quite occur to Rolla' what had happened before the pissed-off oghryn took a hold of his jacket and was about to throw him away. The oghryn was, however, cloven in two by a passing trukk. Luckily for Rolla', he (and his ribbons) wasn't completely lacking in renown - and luckier still, the boys who krewed the trukk were Evil Sunz, like himself. They stopped for just long enough to gesture Rolla' in. And in, Rolla' went. He didn't even ask the driver of the trukk for permission - he siezed the driver's seat, put the trukk in gear, and sped ahead for the pinkskins.<br/><br/>The Trukk, while not nearly as fast or navigable as his bike, did result in more satisfactory<span style="font-style: italic">crunch</span>es as he ran over the humans. By now, this particular unfortunately positioned garrison was all but destroyed, so (to the annoyance of some in the trukk) Rolla' deviated. He made a point of running over as many humans as he could before he was out of the killzone, but after that, Rolla' was intent on seeing just how fast the trukk could go. About this, the Evil Sunz on the trukk were a lot more positively inclined. Seeing the smoke from a recently landed craft, Rolla' ran dead ahead, heedless of smaller obstacles and positively thrilled over navigating larger ones, until the group was in sight. The orks were<span style="font-weight: bold">large</span>. If Rolla's eyes didn't fail him, that was Warboss Gromsnok. Turning hard on the wheel and engaging the handbrake, the trukk spun to the side and came to a halt in front of the landing party. Rolla' grinned, while the Speed Freeks hooted at the orks to get in and join the fun. "Come on, lads! There's slaughter an' loot ta be 'ad yet, if ya' wanna hitch the fastest cruise around to da fightin'!"