Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 4 - Champion of the Colosseum

Watching Blanco being dragged in chains into the fortress on the sand made his blood boil. He was so upset that he wasn't even able to stop his own body.

His footsteps were marked on the hot sand, but the pain in his feet from the heat was insignificant compared to the pain in his chest. Kanan had never developed any kind of affection for anyone since he started out as a Space Marine, as his own legion code prevented him from doing so, as for all soldiers regardless of his rank or destination. So he didn't even know how to identify what he felt for Blanco. He saw him as a friend and a companion, more than just a pet. He was like the ugly brother he never had.

The two orcs that guarded the entrance to the small fortress were curious about the strange silhouette that the burning heat of the day deformed. The glow on the sand was very uncomfortable, but when they saw what was coming they couldn't contain a mocking laugh.

What kind of joke was that? An orc wearing fur? How uncivilized! Not like them with their bits of metal "armor". Also... Was that hair? It had to be a mistake. It had to be a joke. He wasn't even a good ork. How pathetic! It sure would be a good idea to make fun of that fool. At least they could have some fun on that boring day.

Ork 1: - Ha ha ha. Look what we have here. Is he an ork? -

Ork: 2: - Impossible. Look at that silly face. It sure is a very big snotlings. Ha ha ha. -

Ork 1: - What an abomination. Ha ha ha. -

The two guards kept taunting Kanan, completely unaware of his intentions. It was no secret to anyone how low intelligence most orks were, but sometimes they could be more idiotic and irritating than usual. Kanan had no time for such nonsense.

Orko 1: - Oh, but look. It seems that the fool is angry. -

Orko 2: - I'm sure he wants... -

The ork's words were cut short as Kanan's claws tore through his neck and ripped off his head. There was no warning, there was no mercy. With a look capable of intimidating death itself and with the indifference of a corpse, Kanan did not hesitate to kill his "like him." If he could say that.

The other ork watched in terror as the head of his companion flew through the air until it collided with the metal wall, while his lifeless body plunged onto the desert sand, staining the golden tapestry of the room red. feet from him.

The ork that could still breathe tried to draw his weapon to no avail, as Kanan grabbed him by the neck with his right hand while with his left he grabbed the ork's hand that was reaching for his gun. But his fear was short-lived, as a tormenting pain originated in his hand, at the same time that his bone broke at the force of the white-haired stranger.

The ork's scream echoed everywhere like a death call. The guard thought that his time had come, cursing the fact that he did not die in a good fight. There could be no more dishonor for an ork than to die like that, but a deep voice filled with anger snapped him out of his thoughts.

Kanan: - Where... is he? -

Orko: - What? GRRRRR. Kanan's hand tightened his grip on his throat.

Kanan: - The white squig! Where is!? -

Orko: - In... koliseum... Boss... kererlo... -

Kana: - Good. -

The ex-marine released the ork from his death grip by throwing him against the metal wall. The guard was choking on a deep cough to catch his breath, trying to process the fact that the attacker had spared his life. How pathetic! A real ork does not forgive his enemy! At least the fact that he was still alive cheered him up a bit. At least a few seconds until he saw the next move of his assailant.