Cancero's psychic gift was not telekinesis, but he could easily use his power to generate metal on the fragments, then use his own metal to move the others. Like water in a whirlpool, only the psyker himself knew which pieces he controlled and which had already been there.
The Orks roared. Killa Kans and Deff Dreads tried to force their way through the storms of fragments behind their metal plating, but Cancero had no intention of letting them.
Fragments large and small gathered together. Amid whirling swords and shields, enemy fire was blocked, and the walkers' armor was torn and pierced like paper.
Librarian Sisyphus felt thoroughly upstaged, but there was nothing he could do. He was only a divination psyker. He could learn these flashy attacks, but that would take a very, very long time, and he still would not look as stylish as Cancero.
In a fit of irritation, the old Librarian swung his Gourd Hammer and smashed a Killa Kan apart. He seemed to be straying ever farther down the path of the melee mage.
An enormous Ork Boss—the biggest brute aboard the largest ship in this Ork fleet—charged at Evan with thunderous strides. He was so fast and so terrifyingly strong that even Evan dared not take the charge head-on.
A massive blood-cleaving blade swept toward Evan from the side. It was fast, but not fast enough.
With deft footwork, Evan sidestepped the attack. He had once charged around just like this himself, until meeting Doverlit and nearly being beaten to exhaustion.
Ever since then, Evan had sparred with the Primaris Warriors whenever he could, learning Doverlit's footwork.
The Ork Boss missed with his blade and followed immediately with a punch, striking Evan's greatsword. The scrape of knuckle dusters against the Power Sword set teeth on