Why Can't I Even Beat a Dog

Speed is power. Hogg, currently sprinting for his life through the Webway, decided for the first time that Khan was right: being fast really is more important than anything else.

Watching the massive Greenskin army hot on the heels of the Blackwatch, Hogg couldn't help but gulp. The sheer, cataclysmic scale of their numbers was such that even if the Blackwatch doubled in size, they still wouldn't stand a chance.

Human-wave tactics might be useless against heavy firepower, but once the numbers reach a certain threshold, the ants really can devour the elephant.

In the brief ambush just moments ago, even with the advantage of a preemptive strike, two-thirds of the Imperial Guard brought by the Blackwatch had been wiped out. The Titan Group was nearly half-destroyed, and the remaining casualties had reached a figure that made one's heart ache.

Yet, even with such heavy losses, this tactical operation was worth it. Setting aside the fact that they had lured all the Greenskins into the Webway, simply retrieving Rogal Dorn made the price of admission well worth it.

Watching the group of Imperial Fists beefcakes burying their faces in their food in the mess hall, every member of the Blackwatch put down their bowls and chopsticks, thinking: Is this really necessary? What kind of guest goes to someone's house and sticks their head directly into the pot to eat?

Picking a long, silver hair out of his fried rice, Khorne returned it to its owner and pushed his own portion toward Dorn, who was frantically shoveling food into his mouth:

"You eat this one too! I have no appetite."

Taking the rice, Dorn didn't even hesitate, dumping the entire bowl into his mouth. He chewed twice and swallowed, then reached out to rub the dog's head while he ate:

"Good