Several pirates split off and head towards the DSM.
Captain One-arm headshots the armoured Ork, killing him.
The squad of pirates then fall back so that they're out of range.
Karl "Gustav" Von Bavaria: Und wir sind jaeger.
Gus can't shoot for shit however, and the pirate is little more than bemused at the German Prinz.
Not even the horses care about the terrible aiming.
Anton's guards fire at the approaching Orks.
Both of them missing their targets.
Anton isn't really being a coward, he's just using the old Finnish strategy of hiding behind a tree.
This is the reverse-engineered Scythian Miniaturized Laser Cannon. Because it utilizes a combination of anti-matter, blue-transparent and red transparent it's very expensive (63 Million Reichsmarks a rifle), and very powerful. A single shot is enough to annhilate a fighter.
Yodork, known for his fast reactions is unable to block a spear with an OTC.
The DSM charge forward towards the Yankees,
And lay down an impressive amount of firepower that kills nothing.
The Ork lawyer successfully sues the Bavarians for $100 each, as well as their rifles.
Captain One-arm: You're suing me in the middle of a battle for shooting at Orks?
Captain One-arm: Have $100, a rifle and my daughter. Condoms are under the sink.
The Orks may spend their $100 bills on anything for next turn. Anything.
The Orks charge forward at their now unarmed opponents.
Anton's Guard #1:
The Shaman has no problem with choking a bitch.
The big Ork's gun breaks before it can fire. A true tragedy.
Tattooed Redneck: Go back to Kremlin hell, you cosmonaut pinko bastards.
Dirty Uncouth Redneck: And tell Castro who sent you there, socialist heathens.
Two of the three DSM are dead.
This Drop Trooper shoots the one part of the head that explodes when shot.
Everyone moves up.
One guy attempts to shoot from behind cover, but he misses.
The horses are mainly just spooked, two of them lost a hitpoint.
If there's any confusion about who has what left, please don't hesitate to ask.