"Do you like it? Do you like this punch?!"
Old Jock had an arm around Damian's shoulders as they watched Delia's Gorkanaut brutalize the other two Gorkanauts. Every now and then, Delia's wild, joyous laughter boomed from its loudspeakers.
"Honestly, back when we were on Karmaklan World, Delia was such a shy, diligent little Gearboy. A bit of a bookworm, too..." Old Jock said nostalgically.
"True. Not like this..." Damian could not quite find the words, but Old Jock understood what he meant and patted him on the shoulder.
"You've changed a lot too, zealot."
"For The Emperor, we fight to the death."
The Ork forces fled once more. This time, they truly fled. Delia's frenzied assault had utterly crushed them, and the two Gorkanauts looked utterly miserable, as if they had been run over by a crusher.
Black smoke poured ever more thickly from Delia's Gorkanaut. Every soldier of the 3rd Company could hear the chassis rattling and clanking as it shook.
"Delia, is that thing about to explode?"
"What? What did you say?"
Inside the cockpit where Delia sat, all she could hear was the engine's roar and the beautiful whir of machinery in motion. She simply could not hear Lin Fan.
"I said! It's shaking so badly—is it about to explode?!"
Left with no choice, Lin Fan had to shout at the top of his lungs into the communicator.
Delia did not reply through the communicator. Instead, she used the loudspeakers on the machine itself. "No, Captain! This means the machine spirit is very pleased! It's itching for a fight! Waaagh!"
Lin Fan thought that was complete nonsense. Ork contraptions had machine spirits too? And what was with that final "Waaagh"? Delia, you were not turning into a greenskin too, were you?
"Little Yi, keep searching