The squad of orks moved out only moments after the plan was layed out. Given their time allowance, they'd be lucky if they arrived at the ambush point before their enemies did. Kaptin Tigga kept this in mind, however, and sent several of his men to a nearby ork encampment to grab "provisions".

"Roight dis way." EadUnta whispered in a gruff tone. He was usually the one called upon to lead these expeditions for supplies. With Feenix and Grond in tow, he cautiously crept into the Evil Sunz camp. There wasn't really much to be stealthy for, mainly due to the roaring of engines and delighted orks nearby. Several Evil Sunz boyz looked up groggily at the trio, but were in no condition to even speak. Large quantities of fungus beer and being on the losing end of the headbutting contest made these ladz less than lively.

Coming upon a group of tarpaulin covered mounds, the three kommandoez took a quick look around, and seeing nobody paying attention, revealed the contents beneath. Red eyes gleamed with delight as they took up positions on each vehicle. With a violent kickstart, EadUnta's warbike roared to life. Feenix and Grond followed suit, each starting up their own warbuggies, heavily armed and painted red for that extra speed. By the time the Evil Sunz gang realized they'd been robbed, there were three dust trails far off on the horizon.

The return to the Blood Axe camp was brief, and soon the small band was on its way, tearing through the undergrowth at blinding speed. Kaptin Tigga, ever wary, pulled his binoculars from his backpack and studied the swiftly passing landscape from his unsteady perch behind a war buggy's multi-melta.

"Oi! Dok!" the kaptin shouted, drawing the other's attention, "lookit over dere!"

Following the lead ork's gesture, Dok 'Olliday looked off to his right. Squinting for a moment, he could just barely make out a small red blotch in the distance.

"Zoggin Blood Angelz, boss!" he spat with disgust. If there were any humans the orks hated more than others, it was the Blood Angels chapter of the Imperial Space Marines. Dok thoughtfully rubbed at a red fragment of ceramite armor dangling on a string from his neck and chuckled.

Tigga knew that this was the time to get the boyz ready. "EadUnta!" he bellowed to the front of the pack, "Wazza bog dakka!"

Returning Kaptin Tigga's grin with a wink, EadUnta wrenched on the warbike's throttle, sending him rocketing ahead with a great resounding "WAAAGH!" blaring from both bike and rider. Feenix and Grond let everything go wide open, sending rocks and earth flying behind.