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The orks fought violently, swinging huge weapons with wicked glee. The Imperial guard fought back, but fear was in their eyes. The orks were more numerous and stronger than them. The sound of their deadly ramshackle weapons starting up brought tears to the soldiers eyes. Blood flew, and screams and laughter filled the air. A big mek in mega armour was smashing violently through wave after wave of Imperial guard. His many arms adding more ways to kill. 10 nobz raced through the battlefield, hacking, slashing and shooting. The leader was an ork known as Crusha, one of the deadliest nobz to ever fight on a battlefield. Of course, he was deadly, but like all the orks in his war band, unknown. Ghazghkull Thraka had overshadowed all other orks with his amazingly brutal feats. They would never be known, as long as he was still around. Crusha was unfazed by his social standing in the world of orks. He was concerned about fighting, and at the moment they were winning.
The Imperial Guard were finished, every last one dead. The big mek and the Loota’s scavenged every last bit of tech they could find. The warboss rallied the orks, and they all bellowed a victorious WAAAAAAAGGGHHH! Although the battle was not finished… in fact, it had only just begun. A huge rift opened in the atmosphere. The orks fell back in shock. Weapons ready once again, they knew a fight was coming. A great beast burst from the hole, looking around, it was… demonic. It was followed by many more demons, until the battlefield was set. The orks charged, the two forces bashed against one another. Demons and orks crashed to the ground in a hail of blood, bone and metal. The big mek was in his element, crushing the heads of Demons, with his many mechanical hands. But it was the nobz and the warboss who took on the Demon prince and Crusha did so with relish. They struck fast and hard, tearing through armour and warped flesh alike. The Demon prince swung his monstrous claws, in an attempt to fight back. A few nobz were hit, and crashed to the ground. Finally only Crusha and the warboss were left fighting the prince and both demon and ork watched nervously. The warboss jumped and thrust his Klaw into the prince’s throat. The Great Demon screamed in pain and swatted the boss aside. He was not dead, but he was down. Crusha saw his opportunity; he jumped and smashed his axe into the Demons skull. The demon was dead, and it was toppling back towards the portal. Unfortunately, Crusha could not get his axe out of the beast’s skull. As the beast toppled back into the warp, Crusha followed.
The other orks stood, stunned as they watched Crusha disappear, and all the Demons follow. They had won, but at the cost of a choppy and shooty ork. Though orks were not one for sentiment, and turned and walked home, talking about how many they had killed, and wrestling one another. They thought that Crusha was dead, the Dok was sure of it. They were wrong, they would probably never see him again, but, many other orks would….


Just a very short story about how Crusha got sucked into the warp, I will right another one about how he turned into Da Reapa and his triumphant return