The burly Ork seemed to be laughing as he kept hacking at the sergeant with his axe. Under such a fierce assault, the sergeant could only barely use his Lasgun to ward off the axe's blows.
He did not know whether to thank the Lasgun for being sturdy and reliable, or to be grateful that the Ork's weapon was not as sharp and deadly as imagined. The Lasgun, temporarily used as a blocking weapon, successfully stopped the axe several times.
But the spreading cracks across its frame told the sergeant that the gun would not hold much longer.
"Damn it!" The sergeant was irritated. If that Ork Boy had not ambushed him and caught him off guard, he would not have been driven into such a passive position. Unfortunately, one misstep led to more, and these monstrously strong savage bastards seemed incapable of tiring. That axe, whistling through the air, had never stopped swinging.
Crack!
A different sound rang out as the axe buried itself completely in the body of the Lasgun. Silently apologizing to the Lasgun and its sacred Machine Spirit, the sergeant swiftly let go, allowing the Ork's axe to carry away his temporary melee weapon.
"Eh?" Looking at the Lasgun suddenly stuck in his axe, the Ork froze. His first instinct was to wrench the thing out of the blade.
Seeing the Ork finally pause, the sergeant drew the tactical knife at his waist and swiftly closed in.
He crouched low, bracing one hand against the back of the knife while gripping it tightly with the other. Driving all his strength upward as he straightened, he plunged the blade in through the Ork's chin and out through its skull.
Yet the Ork with its brain pierced was still not dead, remaining upright. The sergeant planted a foot