Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20181005190203

The Xenos gathered amidst the ruined sand bags and trap tanks of the Gate House, the bodies of humans in the same unpainted Flak Armor as in the subway station laying about in dirty puddles of blood.

There were well above 50 Orkz in view and it became clear that they were no ordinary Boyz. each of the hulked figures was at least 7 feet tall and most of them wielded huge, crude melee weapons able to bludgeon an ordinary human through sheer weight alone.

Their leader, a monstrosity towering even over his fellow Xenos was currently engaged in combat with the mysterious Marine, countering his opponent's swift moves with the weight of thick, all-encompassing armor. The Astartes' double-handed Chainsword met the  Power Klaw of the Ork and a flurry of sparks flew every time they exchanged blows.

A circle of dead Orks marked their arena and the duel was accompanied by the guttural yelling of the Xenos, expecting the triumph of their Boss. Other Orkz, many with distinct blue markings on body and armor, were busy scavenging the destroyed defenses, gathering ammunitions and weapons.