A whole bunch of s**t not relating to Loppa or Rayner continued to happen. And due to the combination of being on fire, and breaking his limiter Loppa's internal monologue was a lot like his outer one. Just a whole bunch of screaming. Consequently Loppa's writer had to call in for some help from the one, the only...
**SCIENTIST MAN!**
Hello kids, it's me... Scientist Man. Here to explain to you a little bit about Orc physiology. Orcs are known by various names and standard physical attributes far and wide. In fact, their prevailing use in all forms of media means that they are second only to Humans in terms of species representation. Despite the slight variations on them that most are used to encountering, Orcs for the most part are known for their green skin, pronounced under bite, large incisors, muscular builds, and bad attitudes. Often, portrayals of Orcs have them speak with an accent (not racist), or some form of crude vernacular based on the English language. In comparison to the average human they are usually viewed as less intelligent and more single minded. There is one thing that Orcs, almost universally are known for, and that is their penchant for violence.
Today we will be examining one species of Orcs in particular, Gamus Workshopus. The Gamus Workshopus Orc goes by many names within its natural habitat. But since the writer for this Orc in particular had to be a special snowflake we cannot be content with merely disseminating on about the Gamus Workshopus. We must go deeper, as they say, and turn our attention to a sub-species known as the Outdated Armybook. More commonly known as the "Black Orc". The Black Orc could be viewed a rare genetic strain of Orcs. While the average Orc of this property - I mean world - has taken the strength, brutishness, poor linguistic skills, and lust for killing things to a degree that would far exceed that of others in all aspects. The Black Orc borders on parody. They are even taller, even meaner, even stronger, and yet also possess slightly higher cognitive skills.
Cut to footage of Orcs failing to solve a simple shape puzzle, but the one Black Orc in attendance has completed it.
It's truly remarkable what can happen when you combine the two genetic processes of "Always Someone Better" and "Flanderizing". The Black Orc: able to continue functioning in spite of devastating, perhaps lethal, injury; has high natural resistance to much bodily harm; and truly outstanding physical strength. And, should you manage to anger one enough - or wound it sufficiently, they become even more powerful! Among scientists we have a term for this called "bullshit". Mainly because it's bullshit that such a creature should exist, and yet it does.
NARRATION: "So scientist man, what does this have to do with the present situation?"
Ahahaha, I am so glad you asked! You see I am only here because I'm being held at gunpoint to explain this fanboy s**t to an audience of roughly half a dozen people, but god dammit, am I going to do it because it's what the people with the assault rifles want! You see...
Plays back footage of Loppa and Rayner grappling with one another.
When the man in the "power armor" went to stop "Loppi...", "Lowpee...", "Loppa..." Yeah, Loppa. As you can see, he tried to stop Loppa's absolutely stupid huge, and probably horribly infected mouth from pulverizing his collarbone.
Zooms in on the shot of Rayner holding Loppa's mouth open.
It reminds me a lot of those tortureporn movies you like Susan. Where the serial killer is on top of their target, just choking them to death while they flail with their hands and hold the serial killer's head back to try and get away. Usually there's lots of kicking on the floor too. I've always wondered why they never try to scratch or tear at the guy's neck or mouth. Nine times outta ten those chicks have nails sharp enough to gather enough DNA evidence, or at least injure their murderer in some way. Why don't they ever think about doing that?
NARRATION: "I don't know Scientist Man, probably because the writers are a bunch of hacks working on a script for some B-Movie. Also my name isn't Susan."
Haha! Whatever you say, kid.
NARRATION: "Can you at least get back to the footage."
Well excuuuuuusssseeee me for trying to stall for time before the execution squad here fills me full of holes. Let's see what our protagonist here does with the giant, on fire, Black Orc in a similar situation.
Flicks ahead from by frame until Rayner pulls his right hand away.
Oof! Well, as you can see here the guy in the suit of armor moved his arm away to grab at something I can't quite make out from this angle. I personally wouldn't have done that because it means...
Draws on a whiteboard: 2 Hands = 100%, 1 Hand = 50%
That's exactly half the number of hands as before, and that's bad! Half of anything is bad! Especially when the fireball with a name is currently twice as strong for some reason. That means one hand for him equals 100% strength using my incredibly advanced math equation. And since he hasn't used the other one yet, that-
TRANSMISSION ENDED.
Loppa's writer was back and so it was time for Scientist Man to leave. He had more important things to do anyway, like talk about why Mortal Engines was going to lose more than 100 million dollars at the Box Office. He (Loppa's writer) also didn't feel like typing a whole lot in Orcish at the moment, but it wasn't as if that'd impact his grade any.
Rayner meanwhile, well, he might have made a big mistake. Perhaps not as large of a mistake as Loppa's writer had perceived, but still a pretty big one. I'ze Mad only lasted for such a short duration for a reason: Loppa was far faster, stronger, and bestial. So while the man in the armor might have been pretty quick with those fancy jets of his, jets still needed time to spool up. On top of whatever time sink that he'd need to slip whatever he was going for around his hand. Loppa meanwhile, well he didn't need any such accessories or even more than the simple visual cue that Rayner had opened himself up for the attack that the Orc had wanted in the first place.
[LOPPA'S LEFT ARM JOINS THE BATTLE!](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PInuVXgxO1g)
The green trunk of muscle strained against the smoldering epidermis as it flew up towards Rayner in a blur, where previously he had been using it to help prop himself up next to the man. One could clearly see it pulse with of the Orc's tremendous heart as it dumped adrenaline into every cell of his body. He practically looked swollen from the stress being placed on his form, but to the Orc - if he hadn't been on fire, it would've been the time of his life. Loppa had yet to stop roaring directly into Rayner's face. His eyes grew ever more blood shot, it was starting to become hard to tell that the Orcs eyes were naturally made of a yellowed sclera.
The frantic fingering into Loppa's face from the armored talons started to make him dribble pricks of green ichor, but it began to sizzle and fry almost as soon as it was exposed to the heat radiating from his flesh. The tree trunk of muscle and fire swung "up" and wrapped the crackling digits around the man's forearm, and pushed the limb aside and down to hold it against the floor of the ship with a great -WHAM- from metal and fist slamming into the wood. Loppa was of course still clueless about the water surrounding the pair, such was his single-minded ambition. Maw agape, unhindered, and without hesitation he dive bombed Rayner and went straight for the neck, or collarbone. Wherever his mouth might find purchase, before the great glutton's mouth snapped shut.
His roars turned into the frenzied growls of a giant cat or some other beast gnawing at the flesh of one of its victims. Thick gobs of drool fell from Loppa mouth, his thick tongue wagging in wanton lust against the metal trying find and taste fresh blood. The giant Orc continuously forced himself on Rayner, pressing his body weight into him with all haste - the Deff Klaw pushing deeper sharper in unison, daggers for fingers dying to play with the soft organs inside of Rayner's guts. From the outside this looked less like a fight and more like a deeply violating, carnal act.
And that was when Rayner slammed something into Loppa's side that made his left eye twitch before the vessels that had ended snaking their way around his iris exploded covering the sclera in crimson, and blood began to leak from the tear duct. In his rage he hadn't even perceived of the sound from the metal man's jets powering up for a truly epic punch. Loppa had no way of knowing that its original target had been his jaw, but with Loppa effectively rending that target impossible to hit it seemed Rayner had had no choice but to settle for a secondary target: his ribs.
CRACK.
Loppa locked up as he felt a pain that keenly reminded him of the time he had fought a dozen Dwarf Hammerers. Then, as it was now, he did not appreciate those blows. However, just as it had been then... Loppa had shown those stunties who was the biggest and baddest of the lot. His Deff Klaw's fingers closed in tight, to grip, to hold, to slice, to eviscerate. The roaring had finally stopped. And with it the flames turned to wisps of smoke on his body. Loppa unlocked his jaw from Rayner's collar so he could pull himself up again. He would still go on holding tight to the man below him with both hands. One in the gut, one on the arm. The Black Orc didn't need to look at the wound. While it hadn't pierced his flesh, it hadn't needed to. Some of those bones that hadn't been cracked or broken were now cracked or broken. And if it hadn't been for the fact that his hide was truly black in appearance now, it would've begun to bruise from blood pooling under the dermis. His nostrils flexed as he blew out a spray of boogers and ichor on the mask of Rayner's armor.
"U'ze no'ze wut iz gunna 'ave ta 'appen now'z, roight?"
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