The arms wrapped around the Black-Armored Warrior began to tighten. His black armour creaked as it crumpled and twisted, and liquid splashed out from inside-crimson blood, flowing through his faceplate and the gaps in his armour.
Desperate to escape, the Black-Armored Warrior wrenched one hand free of Sneaky Boss's grip and punched him in the head.
The tremendous force cracked the air, snapping Sneaky Boss's head backward so violently that his neck nearly broke.
Sneaky Boss's arms did not loosen. Instead, he squeezed even harder. A faint crack came from the Black-Armored Warrior's waist as a piece of armour shattered. Scalding blood poured out like water from an open tap, quickly forming a small puddle on the ground.
As the Black-Armored Warrior lost blood, his strength rapidly drained away with it. Blood was the source of his power. Once it had all run out, he would be nothing but a heap of scrap metal.
The Black-Armored Warrior quickly threw a second punch. Weakened, he was much slower this time. Sneaky Boss twisted his head aside to dodge it, then sank his teeth into the warrior's wrist.
The Ork's sharp fangs proved their worth. With a savage bite, Sneaky Boss severed the Black-Armored Warrior's wrist. Another torrent of blood erupted from the broken armour, painting Sneaky Boss's face red.
"Heh heh heh..." Sneaky Boss laughed, though he was in terrible pain. The longsword driven through him kept draining his blood and tormenting him.
Yet at that moment, victory felt so close.
Unwilling to accept defeat, the Black-Armored Warrior suddenly raised his head, drew it back, and slammed it into Sneaky Boss's forehead.
The impact made little noise, but its effect was extraordinary. At the instant their heads collided, Sneaky Boss felt as though his soul had left his body.
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