Rolla' was shootin' all over the place, mowing down several humans and a few unlucky orks and gretchin every few seconds. He was howling in laughter, revelling in the speed and the slaughter. Just as the trukk took a sharp turn, skidding past a ruined Aegis defence line, Rolla' saw why the pinskins were making a run for open ground instead of cover.<br/><br/>Tanks. Lots of them.<br/><br/>Rolla' immediately took control of the trukk again and spun around, trying to get away and warn the others. It was too late, however - three Leman Russ Destroyers fired their guns, two of which hit the trukk in the rear. The resulting shockwave sent the trukk forward quite a fair distance, and Rolla' only managed to jump out in time to avoid being pulverized in the second salvo. By then, most of the orks present had gathered that another fight was about to be had. Rolla' looked around for a bit - he needed a new mount. He found it, too. Some gretchins were swarming a buggy, its driver and gunner both dead, trying to see if there was anything of value. Rolla' grabbed one of them and flung him away, causing the others to disperse. Dragging the dead orks from the vehicle, he saw another Speed Freek run towards him. Rolla' got in the driver's seat, and the other boy took the rokkit launcha'. Starting and revving the engine, Rolla' flew off again to deal with the new threat.<br/><br/>A buggy versus a tank is a poor matchup. Rolla' knew this, but he didn't care, much. By now, other Speed Freeks had taken up the warcry and was joining their fellows to deal with the new threat. With trukks, buggeys, and bikes in abundance, a collective charge of greenskins advanced furiously on the tank company.<br/><br/>There wasn't much Rolla' and his new buggy-mate could really do with the heavy-duty machines that had taken up the vanguard, but a few Thunderes were behind the main line, setting up for ranged fire. Rolla' jinked through a mess of explosions and messed up terrain, skidding between rocks, wrecks, craters, and clouds of exploding dirt as the buggy's rokkit launcha' was punding at anything Leman Russ-shaped. Managing to jink between the tanks, Rolla' finally got to the softer targets at the rear, and doing a power slide to the left, began circling the poor guardsmen. Luckily, the buggy was full of rokkits, and with the other lucky few buggies and bikes that had made it through, the artillery soon felt what it was like fighting against the foolhardy, the stupid, and the fast. The other tanks didn't dare turn, for they could hit their comrades, and their rear armour would be exposed to the bulk of the horde. Through sheer numbers and stupid bravery, the orks had put the tanks in a pinch.