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Brother Angrious bellowed his rage to the heavens, as he brought his fury to bear on the green hoard before him. Slinging his chainsword In a mighty ark, that cleaved the head clean off one unlucky Ork's shoulders, and sent it sailing over the crowded battlefield... A rather disappointed expression on its face.

Hacking and slashing in all directions. He cut a swath deep into the Ork line like a terrible force of nature. Fountains of green blood erupted all around him, as Ork bodies were strewn apart by his furious charge.

He began to wade faster and deeper into the Orks until he was almost at a run. Smashing teeth from skulls with his angry elbows. Grabbing one Ork by the throat with his armoured glove, and dragging the poor beast along with him, as he made his way up onto a raised mound, that stood in the middle of the hoard like a lonely island in a vast green ocean.

There; knee deep in Orks, he stopped, and with all his might he hurled his captive many meters over the crowd, the body hanging in the air momentarily, till it came crashing down on the heads of the Orks, knocking them to floor like bowling pins.

At that moment the battle seemed to quiet around him. The Orks seemed to stop their fighting, and a hundred green faces turned towards him, a hundred pairs of beady red eyes staring up at him... first in awe, then in terror!

Angrious raised his chainsword high above his head again and howled his war cry, his voice echoing across the battlefield. The Orks began to flee, dropping their weapons, pushing and climbing over one another to get away.

For that brief moment Angrious felt like a god, he began to imagine how the sagas would sing his praise for a thousand years... Then suddenly a vast shadow sent the sky dark all around him. He looked up over his shoulder and suddenly realised what everyone was running from... a mighty cathedral sized foot hurtling towards him... "Oh snap!"

Meanwhile high above; Adeptus Mechanicus intern, Brother Doophus, finally managed to get his hood untangled from the Titan controls.