"Hope the news you brought interests me, you self-proclaimed 'Divine Messenger,'" Kundra said, eyeing Kuka with ill intent. "Otherwise, I'll have the orderlies drag you out and give you a taste of bullets."
Kuka did not answer. Instead, he stripped off his colorful clothes, exposing his green muscles.
Those thick muscles bore numerous savage scars, most inflicted by Tyranids, proof of the many brutal battles Kuka had personally endured.
"Oh-ho! Got a problem?" Although Kundra insisted that commanders should direct battles from the rear, he was still an Ork Warboss, and his fighting prowess was beyond question.
He thought Kuka wanted to have a go at him, so he too stripped off his military greatcoat, complete with general's epaulettes, gold medals, and ribbons, revealing equally powerful muscles and scars.
"Let's make a bet. We wrestle to decide the winner. If I win, you let me spread Sneaky Boss's Great Waaagh here," Kuka said calmly.
"Just a test of strength? You ain't challenging me? Strange git. Still, whatever we compete at, I'll win." Kundra was bigger than Kuka and half a head taller, so he felt there was no way he could lose.
Besides... Kundra wanted to see what Kuka was made of. He had recently fought a war against a Boss from the Screw Clan, and he had barely won.
Before that Screw Clan Boss died, he had said that someone like him was nothing special in the Screw Clan. There were hundreds stronger than him, never mind the mightiest of them all, Sneaky Boss.
Honestly, Kundra respected that Screw Clan Boss, because he really was strong. Still, Kundra also thought he had been bullshitting. His strength had already surpassed that of the vast majority of Warbosses.
Just how badass would Sneaky Boss have to be to command hundreds of