Inside the Karakles, Lucius stared in disbelief at Khârn's mangled remains as the power of the Warp swept them away, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
Although Khârn's mockery and contempt had infuriated him, Lucius knew exactly how powerful that crazed warrior was.
Clearly, this Ork Warboss was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
Meanwhile, watching Khârn's remains suddenly vanish into the Warp and crumble to ash, Steeltoof scratched his head with the edge of one of his devastating Power Klaws, looking somewhat bewildered.
Then his cunning gaze suddenly turned toward Lucius, who had yet to recover from his shock.
Before Lucius could collect himself, Steeltoof's massive Power Klaws clamped around him like a pair of iron locks, holding him completely immobile.
Yet Lucius showed no fear at Steeltoof's actions. He looked up at him with a deranged, contemptuous smile.
"Stupid greenskin, you brainless brute! Do you know what you're doing? What do you think capturing me will accomplish? You're nothing but an instinct-driven idiot, swaggering around with brute strength and a few pieces of junk!"
Lucius screamed at the top of his lungs, his shrill voice threatening to cut through the air.
"You're afraid of a real duel. You know that once you release me, your so-called strength will be nothing but a joke before my swordsmanship!"
Lucius hurled abuse while frantically trying to twist his body. Although he could no longer move, his eyes remained full of defiance.
But Steeltoof suddenly spread his terrifying maw into a grin that not even another Ork would have considered friendly.
"I know what you're after, big humie."
Steeltoof's words sent a flicker of unease through Lucius.
The Imperial Inquisition had captured him once before. The Imperium knew enough about him that the Inquisitors had not killed him outright. Instead, they