[ The specters flow past Loken, perhaps thankfully ignoring him in favor of the Nightmare- they're strong, sure, but even though they require loads of magic to create and keep going, they can only follow the first order they're given. ]
[ This suits Skyva just fine, especially when he's challenged (perhaps again) by the one kind of humie he'd never expected to see in this place. Clad in his warboss regalia- chaotically mismatched and messily decorated, as is typical for his kind- the ork shoulders past his summons, laughing uproariously at the only person here who knows his species for what it truly is. ]
Wot'z da matter, humie? Gettin' krumped by da Nightmare wasn't good enuff for you?
[ His modified choppa unleashes a roar of its own as he points it at Loken, black smoke pouring from its tortured motor. ]
IT BEGINS
[ This suits Skyva just fine, especially when he's challenged (perhaps again) by the one kind of humie he'd never expected to see in this place. Clad in his warboss regalia- chaotically mismatched and messily decorated, as is typical for his kind- the ork shoulders past his summons, laughing uproariously at the only person here who knows his species for what it truly is. ]
Wot'z da matter, humie? Gettin' krumped by da Nightmare wasn't good enuff for you?
[ His modified choppa unleashes a roar of its own as he points it at Loken, black smoke pouring from its tortured motor. ]
C'mon! I'll smash you good an' propa!