Showdown with Black Iron

The two giants locked together in a contest of strength. Li Qinwu's Knight Mech stood a meter and a half taller than Black Iron, but Black Iron was far bulkier.

When they first slammed into each other, both had plenty of strength to spare. Neither could gain the upper hand.

Li Qinwu kept firing the Heavy Bolter in his mech's chest and the Rotary Laser Cannon above its head, hoping to land a hit on Black Iron.

But Black Iron was cunning. Their bodies were pressed so close together that his breastplate forced the twin Heavy Bolter's barrels downward, sending every Bolt Round into the ground.

The Rotary Laser Cannon above Li Qinwu's head could not angle down far enough to reach him, either. Every shot struck the ground in the distance.

They grappled as their servos roared under the strain, but neither could overpower the other anytime soon.

Black Iron's face was almost pressed against the Squire Mech's mechanical head. In an arrogant voice, he threatened:

"In a minute, I'm gonna rip open your shiny tin can, drag you out, and stomp you flat!"

Li Qinwu's left mechanical arm gripped Black Iron's forearm and squeezed, trying to crush it with the strength of its bionic hand!

Under his gaze, cracks spread across the armor on Black Iron's left forearm, but he was still nowhere near tearing the arm off.

"Oh, yeah? I'll break both your arms, then rip you in half down the middle!"

As they traded threats, a crowd of Gretchin gathered around the raging battle.

Thousands of them carried wrenches and wore scraps of junk metal. They hardly looked threatening.

They were Big Meks' assistants, with little in the way of weapons or equipment. But like other Orks, they had been drawn by the spectacular fight.

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