What the hell was this thing?
Hakk'ar was dumbfounded.
Different Ork Boyz Warbosses possessed distinctly different abilities depending on the clan they came from.
Warbosses from the Goff Clan revered strength and excelled at duels. Warbosses from the Deathskulls Clan enjoyed modifying machinery and using firearms. Warbosses from the Evil Sunz Clan possessed noticeably enhanced speed and reflexes, and so on.
As a Blood Axe Clan Warboss skilled in command, Hakk'ar was not as brainless as the leaders of other clans. He had more than enough ability to judge the difference in strength.
Me fight this Shrimp?
Can I win?
He slowly raised his head, gauging the height from which this Shrimp had jumped, then lowered it to examine the damage to the armor beneath the other's feet.
A second later, Hakk'ar Bloodaxe immediately reached a conclusion.
I'm definitely dead!
Although the Shrimp before him looked utterly ordinary in build—small, delicate, and frail, not WAAAGH at all—
Hakk'ar had no doubt that if they truly fought, the odds between himself and this Shrimp would be one to nine.
—Specifically, one second for the other side, and nine pieces for his body.
Unfortunately, the Ork Boyz below did not possess Hakk'ar's intelligence.
Their ugly faces broke into wide-eyed stares. Seeing Rowan suddenly appear atop the Gargantuan, they roared in excitement.
It was a duel!
A Shrimp had challenged their Warboss to a boss-swapping battle!
So exciting, so exciting!
Getting to see the boss fight was worth the price even if they died!
Not a single Ork Boy doubted that Hakk'ar might lose.
One only needed to look at the difference in their sizes:
That Shrimp was thin and tiny, looking fit only to bully Gretchin, while their Warboss was huge and brawny, like a small mountain!
By the Ork creed that