Military Waaagh Department

Bad Tooth's crane arm was gone too. Dead-Eye had said he was taking it back to use as a table leg.

Now Bad Tooth had nothing. His only possession was the boot print Dead-Eye had kicked into his ass.

Even after being robbed by Dead-Eye, Bad Tooth was not too angry. He only thought Dead-Eye was really cool and fierce.

A proper Ork should learn from Dead-Eye: wielding badass weapons, doing badass things, and robbing every little runt weaker than himself until they did not even have pants left to wear.

Bad Tooth ran bare-assed for quite a while. Several Gretchin saw how miserable he looked and let out shrill, snickering laughs.

Fine if Dead-Eye humiliates me, but what makes you stupid gits so confident?

With a loud "Waaagh!", Bad Tooth froze the Gretchin in place with fright, then pounced forward and kicked. One Gretchin flew backward.

The Gretchin landed on a pile of trash, gasping in spasms. It was clearly not going to survive.

The remaining Gretchin scattered in all directions, screaming about murder as they ran toward the junk heap.

Seeing how cowardly the Gretchin were, Bad Tooth recovered much of his battered confidence. He grabbed the dying Gretchin with one hand and slammed it viciously against the ground twice more before he felt better.

Bad Tooth did not spare the scraps wrapped around the Gretchin either. He made himself a pair of big underpants out of them.

At least he was not bare-assed anymore. As a civilized, law-abiding, outstanding Ork, he did not want to be mistaken for one of those savage lads from the Snakebites.

The enormous gate shaped like a snarling Ork face stood in the distance. From here, Bad Tooth could see the metal letters assembled across it—Taikula!

The name had been thought up