[NearSightedFarseer]

Gren opened up on a large clutch of grots, cutting a brutal swathe. An ork slaver charged him with a bone jarring "WAAAGH!", Gren shot franticly at the beast, hitting it in the chest and legs. The slaver collapsed, still alive but its legs were mangled horribly, Gren quickly bayoneted its head with a sickly crunch.
Gren hurried over to a momentarily unguarded basilisk, attached a meltabomb, and retreated behind a demolished basilisk. The resulting explosion sent a small group of repair grots flying, followed up by the ammo reserves detonating.
Gren looked around the battle field, seeing his comrades making progress, looked for the next basilisk. Three grots came at him with wrenches, Gren swung at them, cracking their puny skulls. Than Gren cautiously advanced on the next artillary piece with a prayer on his lips