The battle between the two sides grew ever more desperate.
But Uquett did not know that the Song of Destruction was already surging through Nutans's mind. Nutans could foresee every move Uquett would make. The song whispered to him in a manner he could not understand, yet he instinctively knew it was a power beyond anything he had ever encountered.
He launched a storm of attacks at Uquett, each strike forcing him back. No matter how masterful Uquett's parries were, every thrust came closer to wounding him.
The flicker of panic he saw in his opponent's eyes filled him with savage triumph.
"Then die!!"
The shrieking spear released one final piercing howl, and then Uquett's blade shattered into fragments.
With an elegant turn, Nutans drove the blade into Uquett's breastplate with both hands gripping the spear.
Once Demon Edge was stained with blood, it burned through armor, ribs, and viscera.
Uquett dropped to his knees, still alive. His numb lips moved soundlessly as blood gushed from the enormous wound.
"Damn it..."
Nutans twisted the war spear, savoring the sound of his opponent's ribs breaking.
When Uquett tried to reach for his broken blade again, Nutans had already torn his heart apart completely.
He planted one foot on Uquett's corpse, pulled free his spear, and stood triumphantly over the body of his fallen opponent.
Around him, the Ork boyz began to retreat at the death of their leader, but the guards had no strength left to counterattack. Their losses had been dreadful, and the bodies of both sides had completely flooded the ground.
Nutans panted as the song in his veins began to fade. He lost interest in the battle.
He turned toward the throne, already craving to have that music fill his body again.
Nutans moved before a control console