Steppin' out of the Warp Portal onto the dusty grounds of Alaric Prime, Killkrumpa Weirdblitz took a moment to inhale the scent of battle—the mix of burning promethium and scorched metal was like perfume to his senses.
"Ah, smell that, Red? That's the sweet aroma of fear and panic!" Killkrumpa roared, clanking his massive power claws together, sparks flying from the impact.
Red, encased in her battlesuit, merely nodded, her sensors adjusting to the battlefield's chaos. "Calculating optimal paths of destruction now. Try not to step on our own forces, Killkrumpa," she dryly advised
With a grunt of amusement, Killkrumpa surveyed the scene. The pitiful 'umie forces were scrambling, their feeble attempts at defense crumbling faster than a grot's resolve. "Oi, Boyz! Let's show these puny gits why they should've stayed in their hidey-holes!" he bellowed, and the ground trembled with the stomping of ten thousand Orks rallying to his call.
Launching forward, Killkrumpa led the charge, his power claws swinging wildly, tearing through the mining rigs like they were made of paper. A group of the planet's defenders, led by a particularly brave—or stupid—officer, made a stand with their lasguns blazing.
Killkrumpa laughed heartily, the sound booming across the battlefield. "Cute, really cute! But watch this!" With a flick of his wrist, he sent a blast of Warp energy tearing through their ranks, disintegrating the unfortunate souls directly in its path.
"Killkrumpa, to your left," Red's voice in his mind just as a tank rolled into view, its cannon aiming directly at him.
"Think they can take down the mighty Killkrumpa with that tin can?" Killkrumpa scoffed, charging towards the tank. Just before it could fire, he leaped into the air, propelled by Warp energy and his massive wings, and smashed down onto the tank. His landing crushed the vehicle like a snotling under a squiggoth's foot.
Climbing out of the wreckage, he scanned for more targets, his gaze landing on a squad of soldiers trying to flank him. "Trying to be sneaky, eh?" With a snort, Killkrumpa triggered his Warp shootas, sending out a hail of green-tinged bullets that enveloped the soldiers in a storm of energy. Their screams were music to his ears.
As the battle raged on, Red coordinated the aerial assault, her Supafliers swooping down and strafing the remaining defensive emplacements. "Efficiency at 87%. Increasing aggressiveness of assault patterns."
Killkrumpa roared with laughter. "That's my Red! Always lookin' to make things more killy!" He watched with glee as the Warp Krusha Gargant, the Warp Stompa, lumbered into view, its Warp Cannon glowing ominously. With a deafening blast, it fired at the main stronghold, the explosion sending shockwaves that rattled even the bones of the Orks.
The stronghold's walls crumbled, and the defenders inside rushed out straight into the waiting arms of the Ork hordes. Killkrumpa waded into the mass of bodies, swinging, smashing, and crushing. "This is the life, eh, Red?"
"Optimizing fun by 33%," Red responded, her laughing voice echoing over the sounds of explosions and Ork roars.
As the last of the defenders fell, Killkrumpa stood atop a pile of rubble, raising his arms in victory. "WAAAGH!