Sebastian Yarrick.
A living legend, a mortal commissar who had defeated Bonebreaka time and again.
He had long since lost his right arm, replacing it with a looted Ork Power Claw that was outrageously huge and outrageously WAAAGH. His left eye had also been replaced with a laser cannon that could kill an Ork Warboss with a single glare.
This Yarrick humie might not have looked big, but no Ork dared underestimate him. This humie was even more WAAAGH than most Orks.
And now he and his mob of equally tough humie boyz emerged from the flames, radiating a presence that could silence even the most WAAAGH of boyz.
When Yarrick appeared, almost all the Ork Boyz there were so frightened they wanted to turn and run. Even the mighty Kolt Orks' gun hands trembled.
Bonebreaka chuckled, then threw back his head and burst into uncontrollable laughter. His booming laughter nearly drowned out the roar of the Emperor's Baneblade.
"Hahahaha! Old One-Eye, I knew you couldn't die!"
Bonebreaka tightened his grip on the Lightning Warblade, feeling the blood boil throughout his body.
"I knew nobody could kill you except me!"
"I'm bigger and stronger than before! This time, I'm gonna beat you!"
"WAAAGH!-"
Bonebreaka raised his Warblade high and charged with a roar. Behind him, the formerly cowering Ork Boyz snapped out of their fear and charged after him in a frenzy.
For Orks, there was usually one thing that could catch their interest.
A huge git, incredibly strong, incredibly big, and incredibly WAAAGH, would walk up to an Ork, clap him on the shoulder, hand him an enormous Big Choppa and an enormous Big Shoota, then say:
"I like you. I'm taking you to a really, really big WAAAGH."
(PS: definitely not referring to the Emperor's Champion.)
If anything