[Killermoose]

As soon as the Ogryn started smashing through the gaurdsmen, Akrial realised that he needed to get out, now. Pulling a blind grenade out of his pocket he threw it towards the two hive gangers charging at him with swords, and shielded his eyes as everyone within a 2 meter radius was incapacitated. Swinging his power sword around in a circle over he brought it crashing down into a group of stunned drunkards, and then ran onwards, bringing together his pyschic strength. He unleashed it in a ball of electricity at a large fight blocking his way, and smiled slightly at the screams of pain made by the men falling to the floor. Glancing behind him just to see them writhe in pain he ran straight into the Ogryn.
'Who's dat?' It roared, turning to look at him.
'Feth, not again...' whispered a weary Akrial before pulling a smoke grenade out of his cloak and throwing it at the floor.
'Oi, who turn'd out da lights?' the Ogryn bellowed as the smoke gathered all around him, and soon he'd developed a coughing fit, still smashing his giant fists around him. Akrial was smacked right in the shoulder, and was catapulted into the bar. Rubbing his head and picking himself up, something hard flew into his chest.
'Feth' was all Akrial could manage as the blood spread around his cloak top, before collapsing again onto a heap on the ground.