"Khorne! They've been ganging up on you two against one! Didn't I help you so the fight would be fair?!"
"Kill! Slaughter! Maim! Butcher! Destroy! Cleave! Hack!" Khorne roared, indiscriminately attacking everyone within his reach. So did the legions under his command.
They were exhilarated by the power of the Lord of War and Blood, launching fearless charges against the legions of Slaanesh, Nurgle, and The Emperor.
"Oh, darling, don't be like that." Slaanesh giggled, drifting constantly around Khorne's side and nimbly evading the Lord of War's savage blows.
"Oi, oi! Things are really lively here, ain't they? We're joining in too!"
Even by Warp standards, a battle between the Four Gods was rare. Gork and Mork, who fought and wrestled forever, had been drawn here as well, looking for opponents they deemed worthy.
"I reckon that red-armored tin can is tough. Fighting him's gonna be a real blast!" Gork rubbed his fists together, itching for a fight. He leaped in front of Khorne and threw a punch straight at him.
"I reckon that shiny golden tin can is tough. Cracking him on the back of the head'll be exciting!" Mork crept quietly behind the God-Emperor and delivered an old-fashioned punch to the back of his head.
Khorne seized Slaanesh's whip, yanked the nimble god over, and mercilessly buried his axe in Slaanesh's body. Slaanesh moaned in pain and pleasure, panting with seductive eyes.
Khorne was not done after striking Slaanesh. He caught Gork's incoming fist and brought his helmet into intimate contact with Gork's head.
With a bang, Khorne headbutted Gork so hard his nose bled. Gork's blood seeped out of the Warp and fell into the mortal world, nourishing a great many melee-loving Boyz. They shouted that Gork and Mork were fucking awesome as they pinned Space Marines