"Into the fire of battle!" roared Brother Voren as he charged the massive Ork. The green behemoth had an iron jaw bolted to its face and a crude metal cuirass adorned with a bull's head strapped across its chest. Bellowing a war cry the Ork turned and hefted a mighty hammer.
Voren brought his flamer to bear and released a sheet of fire from the dragon shaped nozzle. The flames washed over the Ork causing it to cry out in rage as its skin blistered. Voren pulled the trigger again but the weapon fouled. Cursing he dropped the flamer and raised his engraved shoulder pauldron. With a burst of speed he slammed into the beast with devastating force.
Voren could feel the Ork's cuirass buckle and the monstrosity's ribs break but the beast did not yield. Before he could strike again the greenskin grabbed his power pack and hurled him to the ground. He hit hard and looked up as the Ork's hammer smashed into his helm.
His faceplate gave way and he felt his skull fracture under the impact. As he reached up and tore off his shattered helm blood flowed from his ears and nose staining his green armour. Above him the Ork had raised its hammer for the killing blow. Surging to his feet Voren grabbed the hammer by the haft and spun thundering it against the greenskin's skull. The Ork fell to the side its face a bloody ruin. "Unto the anvil of war," spat Voren.