Crow flies on a plane!!!
Evan sat atop an enormous Ork's head, the barely powered Power Klaw attached to his Power Armor piercing the creature's neck.
But such a "minor wound" was nowhere near enough to kill the Ork.
The Power Klaw circled his neck. The enemy crashed to the ground, leaving behind an enormous head.
Evan flexed his wrist. Something felt wrong.
How exactly had Corax hunted his way through the Warp? He could not figure it out, let alone imitate it.
He had no time to dwell on it.
Facing another charging Big Boss, Evan opened his faceplate and roared, "Long live the Allfather!" before savagely "biting" into the attack. His claws slammed into the rust-covered steel breastplate with an irritating clang. This Ork apparently considered the rust very "Waaagh," and, consciously or otherwise, his force field protected those decorative patches of corrosion too.
As a result, Evan's swipe scraped away much of that "weathered" finish, exposing the original armour plate beneath. The enraged Ork Big Boss roared, a terrifying hint of psyker power gathering around his hideous tusks.
I reckon I can bite this git's head clean apart!
His thick arms were like the world tree that held up the heavens in ancient legends. His rough, primitive grey skin suddenly swelled, and muscles burst through his steel arm guards, hard as steel themselves, as though announcing to the world that he had no need for brand-new steel armour. That was a coward's choice.
"You dare ruin me beautiful clothes!" Translated from Orkish, that was what the short "Waaagh" emerging from his foul-smelling mouth meant.
He abruptly seized Evan's pauldrons and yanked him close, opening his jaws to bite through the despicable tin can's head.
Evan struck the enemy's belly with all his strength, only to find that