Chazmog da ‘Eadeta stomped through the rubble of downed buildings toward the nearest group of Nobz he could lay eyes on. He was mad. He had a reason to be. One of these numbskulls had failed the attack on the humies. It was so simple. All they had to do was run and shoot, something even the dumbest Ork could manage.
‘Oi!’ Chazmog bellowed, which, of course, was the universal word for a head smashing. The Nobz nearby looked up and would have certainly been afraid if they weren’t so stupid. Chazmog quickened his pace and stomped up to the crew of Nobz. Although they were all massive by Ork standard Chazmog towered over them all. He was the biggest. Leader of a 2 million Ork Waaagh. The humies didn’t even have close to enough men to stop him. They even had the Supa’ Humies to help, but power klaws saw to it that they were of little problem.
As Chazmog opened his maw to scream at the nearest Nob his face was suddenly showered with a warm liquid. And it tasted good. Slightly confused Chazmog glanced around. One of the Nobz had no head. Blood everywhere. That was odd. Suddenly Chazmog’s head snapped back and it felt as though he had been struck in the head by a Trukk. Damn that hurt. He was bleeding. Odd. Suddenly the silhouettes of the ruined buildings lit up with bolter fire and the ground around Chazmog and the Nobz began to explode as bolter rounds slammed into the concrete. Several Nobz went down instantly as the massive Heavy Bolter rounds hit home. Chazmog turned and bellowed for the nearest group of boyz to get in on the fight. Just as he turned to face his hidden assailants he was hit again, this time in the arm. Anger shot into Chazmog’s veins and he bellowed his challenge as he sprinted for the nearest ruin. As he was nearly inside the doorway suddenly the ground under Chazmog lifted him into the air with a massive explosion of rapid arms fire. As he was flung through the air he saw the sky vehicles the Supa’ Humies used. Land Speaders or something like that if he recalled correctly. Chazmog crashed down onto a slab of concrete and his great bulk smashed completely through. Dizzy Chazmog struggled to his feet. Or rather his foot. One was gone. Cut clean off by the assault cannon. Unfazed, Chazmog limped his way back toward the fray. The sky was filled with the vehicles. They spit fire down into Chazmog’s carefully planned defenses and supply crates. Explosions followed in their wake.
Chazmog neared the closest ruin and as he did he spotted a humie crouched over a rubble pile next to an I-beam. Gleefully roaring Chazmog closed in on the humie. Suddenly his ears were filled with a roaring sound of engines and a Supa’ Humie landed in front of Chazmog wielding a bloodied chainsword. Chazmog jabbed out at the Supa Humie with his power klaw, but the man ducked under the attack. The Supa’ Humie then slashed deep into Chazmog’s arm. Bellowing in anger, Chazmog swung with his other hand and smashed into the side of the humie with a massive hook, sending the Supa’ Humie flying. Another humie landed next to Chazmog. This one was bigger. And had long blades protruding from his hands. Chazmog swung again, and the humie spun under the swing while slashing deeply into Chazmog’s stomach. As Chazmog bent over from the surprise of the attack, the humie slipped back to the outside of Chazmog’s guard and brought a bladed hand crashing through Chazmog’s spinal column and severed his neck.

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Captain Cyrus glanced down at the now headless Waaagh Boss. He had been hard to kill, but now that he was dead hopefully the Waaagh would disband and countless human lives will have been saved. It was a shame no would know of his valor. But that was the payment for being part of The Magistrate.