Iron Skull had yet to register what had happened. All he saw was a huge green blur flash past.
The next second, Ghazghkull thrust out his enormous left hand, covered in ancient battle scars. His five fingers pierced the seams in the Gargant's two-meter-thick composite chest armour with the precision of the sharpest polymer cutting blades.
Then his thick arm wrenched violently.
With a screech of tearing metal sharp enough to rupture eardrums, the Gargant, weighing thousands of tons and revered by the tribe as an invincible totem, was torn straight down the middle by Ghazghkull's bare hands!
Crude drive shafts snapped. Boiling coolant gushed out like a waterfall. The enormous Macro-cannon crashed down along with half the machine, crushing a swath of Orks who failed to get out of the way.
Standing atop its head, Warlord Iron Skull screamed in terror as he plunged into free fall. He swung his Power Claw, trying to attack Ghazghkull in midair.
Ghazghkull merely reached out with his right hand and caught Iron Skull's armour-plated head with flawless precision, as casually as pinching a noisy green bottle fly.
For the first time, fear surfaced in Iron Skull's small, savage eyes. He frantically squeezed the trigger of his Power Claw, its serrated blades sawing madly at Ghazghkull's arm without leaving so much as a faint white mark.
"Your existence fills me with shame."
Ghazghkull's utterly emotionless voice sounded beside Iron Skull's ear.
Then his five fingers slowly closed.
Squelch-
There was not the slightest resistance. Iron Skull's skull, supposedly impervious even to Boltgun fire, was effortlessly crushed in Ghazghkull's palm like an overripe tomato, along with its thick layer of bulletproof iron plating. Red-and-green brain matter and bone fragments rained over the scrapyard.
Thud.
The warlord's enormous headless corpse hit the ground, kicking up