Iron Claw had plenty of wounds on his body. He had enjoyed every moment of the fighting along the way. Being surrounded on all sides and slaughtering everything around him felt wonderful.
Now he was finally about to face his main course. He only hoped the Humies' boss wasn't a coward who had already run away.
Several tank guns took aim at Iron Claw while he was thinking. With his reflexes, he could have dodged or used the wreck of a nearby Leman Russ Tank as cover to block their direct fire.
But he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he stood even straighter.
"Fire!" the commanders inside every tank roared together. These Orks were terrifying. Only blasting them into oblivion could quell the fear in everyone's hearts.
Through their viewing scopes, they watched shell after shell slam squarely into Iron Claw. The first hit knocked him off balance, and as more shells struck, smoke from the explosions engulfed him.
Perhaps they were simply too frightened. After landing the first shot, every tank fired a second, then a third...
No one remembered how many rounds they had fired. Every Leman Russ Tank commander believed nothing could survive that many shells, so they ordered their turrets to turn toward other targets.
Suddenly, something tore through the smoke of the explosions and hurtled through the air into the nearest tank. Its sturdy armor split like butter. The ammunition detonated, blasting the turret off, and thick black smoke rose from the wreck.
Iron Claw emerged from the smoke and lowered the claw he had held over his head. Blood from his forehead ran down around his eyes, making it impossible to distinguish their red from the blood.
**"Good! This is very good! Now this is a fight! Now this is war! Now this