Iron Claw had never intended to occupy Capello. That only happened later, after Goldtooth arrived with his own boyz.
All he wanted was to find the humies' boss among the city's humies and decorate his boss rack with the man's head. He wanted the humie boss to know that the humies under his command were too weak to protect his life, no matter how many there were.
The aircraft could only carry so much, and he had brought only a handful of Nasty Boyz. Dropped into such a vast humie city, they were like a handful of rice scattered into a lake, unable to stir even a ripple.
Logically, with so few fighters attempting a decapitation strike, he should have planned meticulously and kept a low profile.
He should have used the confusion caused by the Daft Air Corps' bombing and the chaos in the human command structure to conduct covert special operations.
Normally, Iron Claw might have done just that. He was an Ork who valued tactics, after all.
But now he could no longer hold himself back. Since he had launched the all-out war of his Waaagh!, almost every boy under his command had thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
He had felt nothing but boredom. The humies' armies were too weak, their resistance was too weak, and their weapons and shells were too weak. None of it was any fun. None of it had given him a truly satisfying fight!
So Iron Claw raised his newly forged, oversized Power Klaw and half closed it toward the most heavily defended command complex in the city center.
Every 'ard boy accompanying Iron Claw on the raid against Capello heard his voice through the communicator in his ear.
"Me Nasty Boyz (Iron Claw's Nasty Boyz were elite Rokkit Boy bosses who specialized