"I despise this part," Steinolf muttered, the fact the space battle was beyond their control simply infuriating to the Space Wolf.  If he could take part somehow it would be different, but instead they were all forced to stand in the teleportarium and wait until the battle was over.  Granted their vessel apparently had a distinct advantage over the Ork held one, but still, the next ten minutes seemed to pass like hours.  "Remember, brothers," he began, tone taking a more relaxed edge, "the wager is the first of us to<em>take</em>a head."  He glanced at the Raven Guard warrior pointedly, even though he couldn't see it.  "Putting a bolt shell in the skull of one of these foul xenos does not count.  Simply pick it up and speak over the comm link."  He looked to each of them in turn.  "I trust you all enough not to fudge the bet, so to speak."