Corax stretched his body out, extending like a long rod that propped up heaven and earth. Jaghatai looked up in admiration at Corax's command over the nature of the Warp.
"Are you sure this will work?" Jaghatai asked.
Corax did not answer. He merely formed an OK gesture out of shadows.
Jaghatai shook his head, pressed his hands together, and pointed them at the sky. He thought of his most desperate moment...
A thread of white lightning blossomed from Jaghatai's fingertips, shooting straight into the sky before bursting like fireworks. Corax let out a fitting scream, then shook out his shadows, which fell like rain. At last, he became a black Raven perched on Jaghatai's shoulder, preening its feathers.
"That should do it," Corax rasped confidently.
Outside, Miser the Big Mek rapidly analyzed what he had just seen. The gravity drag cannon had indeed provoked the hostility of that pitch-black thing, but how was he supposed to explain the white light and explosion afterward?
"Boss! I reckon that black thing got smashed to death by the gravity drag cannon! That white light was it blowing itself up! Like a Squig that ate too much!" The Gretchin clamored noisily, leaving Miser the Big Mek's thoughts in a muddle.
"No rush. We'll wait here a while and see what happens." Miser the Big Mek clapped his hands, and the control room was left with only the chugging hum of machinery.
One hour, then two...
Even by Ork standards, Miser the Big Mek's patience was remarkable.
When there was still no sign of movement from that black thing, Miser the Big Mek finally accepted the Gretchins' suggestion.
That thing really was dead—blasted or crushed to death by the gravity drag cannon!
Tch... If it had been that easy, what was there to fear?