"Damn it, if only I had a full suit of armor too. Fighting like this puts me at too much of a disadvantage."
The Drukhari warrior gave Little Slick no time to catch his breath, charging in again and locking him in combat.
To make up for his disadvantage, Little Slick stopped meeting force with force and began using his fighting skills to draw out the battle. Meanwhile, he activated his mechanical talent, gradually collecting scrap during the fighting to assemble weapons and Power Armor.
The Duke of Shadow Blades floated in the sky, looking down at the battle below.
It was a battle between Orks. The real Drukhari warriors had all died in the first few waves, but their deaths had served a purpose: planting a suggestion in the Greenskins' minds.
Under this suggestion, the Duke of Shadow Blades' target, Little Slick, saw every Ork as a Drukhari warrior. Conversely, the other Orks saw Little Slick as a powerful Drukhari warrior.
Apart from the first hour, the entire battle had consisted of Orks slaughtering one another. Seeing Little Slick fight for so long, the Duke of Shadow Blades felt he had underestimated his combat prowess. No wonder Little Slick had been chosen as the target against whom he would prove his worth. He really was strong.
The Duke of Shadow Blades watched from above so he could deliver the finishing blow. Once Little Slick's strength gave out and he stood on the brink of defeat and death, the duke would strike the final blow and claim his head.
Then he would qualify to have his wish granted. At the thought of freedom for his soul and a bright future, even the cunning Duke of Shadow Blades trembled with excitement.
Distracted by his dreams of the future, the Duke of