Bonebreaka sat high upon his throne.
Unlike his old throne, a haphazard pile of assorted trophies, this one was designed more to display his majesty and even had a command console installed.
Bonebreaka had kept only the trophies he personally found meaningful on the throne: the Spirit Stone of a Craftworld Aeldari Seer, a Dreadnought's Power Claw, and others like them, all left behind by foes he considered thoroughly WAAAGH-worthy.
But Bonebreaka no longer cared so much about WAAAGH. He felt a little halfhearted whenever he joined his companions in shouting it.
Numerous "meteor showers" appeared around him, accompanied by the telltale lightning trails of teleportation. His Kolt Ork guards had engaged the Terminators.
Yet even the fighting at such close quarters failed to draw his gaze.
Bonebreaka felt something was missing. He had fought plenty of tough opponents; even the strongest of the humans, their Primarchs, could not beat him. He found it all terribly dull.
Perhaps that humie boss called Dihuang, the one sitting on a toilet, could rekindle his interest.
Or perhaps that pointy-headed fellow inside the big eye?
Bonebreaka heaved a heavy sigh, utterly bored.
He always felt something was missing.
Thud-thud-thud.
Bonebreaka raised his head and saw the four figures before him.
Yeah, all Big Humies. Really, really big humies. The sort you could tell were good in a fight just by looking at them.
Lion El'Jonson flicked the blood from his blade and pointed its tip at the enormous figure on the throne.
"Ork, this place will be your grave today!"
Bonebreaka spread his tusk-filled jaws in a grin and casually surveyed his challengers.
An old lion with graying hair but eyes still sharp, an entirely white... big bird, maybe, with faintly glowing feathers? Then there was a wolf that did not look quite