His mind consumed by rage, Vorda had completely lost his reason and ability to think. He rose and continued fighting Boss Copperhead. Before long, however, Boss Copperhead punched him in the head again.
Vorda's defense was no longer airtight, either. The Man-Slayer Axe struck him several times, but his armor still kept him alive.
"You're one tough turtle," Boss Copperhead cursed.
Vorda, whom he had knocked flat, wanted to curse even more, but every time he lifted his head, another punch struck him. The Power Fist battered his confidence down once again, making Vorda resent the fact that he had lived long enough to understand the Ork's insults.
Boss Copperhead caught the sword sweeping toward him, then punched Vorda in the head again, slamming it against the ground once more. The Blood God's blessing and his armor could protect Vorda from injury, but that did not mean he felt no pain. Pain, too, was a source of rage and blood.
More than the pain, the punches to his face filled Vorda with humiliation. Again and again he fought back, and again and again he was knocked down.
At last, he found an opening. After taking another punch, he thrust the Sword of the Weakling's Scorn through Boss Copperhead's Power Armor, wounding the flesh beneath.
"Hahahaha! Die, weakling! Blood will pour from every pore in your body, and you'll watch yourself bleed to death!" Vorda, already mad, roared with wild laughter.
Boss Copperhead did not answer. He could not understand Daemonic. He raised his fist again and punched Vorda in the face. In the instant before Vorda's memory vanished, he seemed to see a layer of green light covering the fist hurtling toward him.
With a wet splat, Vorda's head burst like a watermelon. Red and white matter splattered everywhere, coating