"Kill!"
"For the great Four-Armed Emperor!"
"Avenge Lord Ish!"
After Ish's death, the Genestealers in the position were fired up. Their eyes were wide with fury as they roared, their voices deafening.
Without hesitation, they charged the Orks, as if determined to unleash every ounce of their rage upon the enemy.
"Waaaaaagh!"
The Orks watched in surprise as the Genestealers, who had been steadily retreating, suddenly went mad and charged at them without regard for their lives.
They immediately roared with excitement, their eyes gleaming with the desire for battle. Grabbing their weapons, they rushed at the Genestealers and engaged them in a fierce, brutal slaughter within the narrow trenches.
The Ork Boss set down his Boltgun and watched the Ork Boyz fighting the Genestealers in the position. He was filled with smug satisfaction, the corners of his mouth curling upward.
He had launched that attack just now. He had long been sick of that Genestealer in the distance who kept shouting at the top of his lungs. That fellow always hid in the rear and yelled, yet never joined the melee himself. The Ork Boss found that deeply displeasing—it simply wasn't Waaaaaagh enough.
Now, he had finally found the chance to deal with that annoying fellow himself. After killing the high-ranking Genestealer, the Ork Boss gripped his Chainsword and charged toward the Genestealers in the position.
The charging Ork Boss was like a crazed beast, his Chainsword constantly buzzing. Every Genestealer that came at him fell with a single slash, and countless Genestealers died beneath the charging Ork Boss's blade.
"Waaaaaagh!"
Having satisfied his thirst for slaughter, the Ork Boss kept roaring excitedly amid the Genestealers. He swung his massive Chainsword, its teeth glinting coldly, and every swing took another life.
A mountain of corpses had already formed beneath