Seeing Angron so grim, Francis took several deep breaths, then crouched into a runner's stance.
"Three... two... one!"
With a whoosh, Francis charged at Angron at top speed, then leapt high into the air, sending his massive foot straight at the other man's face.
Angron felt the wind. That familiar sensation—Francis must have come over. Just as he turned his head and smiled at him, a pair of huge Ork feet filled his vision.
Then the giant foot made intimate contact with his blade-carved face. At the instant of impact, his features warped violently, accompanied by a piercing scream.
"Yaaaaaah!"
Angron flew straight off his throne and crashed onto the ground. Lying there with one hand over his cheek, he roared in aggrieved innocence. "What the hell was that?!"
"What did I ever do to you?!"
Francis immediately jumped down from the throne, grabbed him by the collar, and said with a sharp gaze, "I'm afraid you'll stray onto the wrong path!"
"Oh! I'm fine. I was just angry that they attacked me."
Seeing Angron revert to his defeated, give-up-on-life state, Francis finally relaxed. Then, he suddenly seemed to remember something.
He casually picked up a few pieces of scrap metal and electronic waste, pieced them into a square box, then placed his hand on it and continuously copied some of his memories inside.
After a full eighty-one seconds, the memory transfer was finally complete.
When the square box was placed in Angron's hand, he wore a puzzled expression. "What's this?"
"Ah, wasn't that kick just now aimed wrong? Consider this a compensatory gift. It's full of good stuff."
"Like The Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me, After I Cut Ties with Them, They Regretted It for Life, and all those chasing-the-husband-to-the-crematorium stories. Anyway, there are tons of stories