<strong>Victor, left flank, supporting the sniper?</strong><br/><br/>Victor was watching the tide, unleashing round after round of his hotshot lasgun into the press of bodies. It truly was difficult to tell what impact he was doing as the sea of green seemed to merely absorb his shots and continue to press forward at the scattered barricades.<br/><br/>Screams of death and weapons discharges filled the air around him but he held his resolve and continued to punish the orks for every inch that they seemed to desire. Noticing movement to the right of him, he glanced over to notice one of the green brutes gazing in his direction… or was it looking past him. Victor could swear he saw the rusty gears inside its tiny brain turning and he almost wondered what on terra it was even considering in this blood swirl of battle.<br/><br/>Deciding not to give the ork the chance to find out its long stream of though, Victor rose to his feet and brought his gun snug to his shoulder. With a smirk, he sighted in the beasts ugly face, aiming between those bloodshot eyes, focusing on the diminutive brain that seemed to be getting far too much use. His finger snapped the trigger thrice, las energy flying forth towards the ork.<br/>