Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chapter 5 - Iron Will

Suddenly, the atmosphere became dark and gloomy. The orks present could not ignore a call of defiance towards the leader. The footsteps on the improvised wood that made up the floor of the coliseum of the hundreds of orks present in the place announced to the entire fort what had happened. Someone had challenged the warlord for his title. And the blood was going to flow over the shafts of the coliseum.

Everyone... Absolutely everyone present in the camp put aside whatever they were doing and headed towards the source of such a rumble. The stands of the coliseum, already packed, were filled with even more spectators. Even the roofs of the surrounding structures that allowed a view into the arena were filled with orks eager to see the combat. This was a unique event, as it is not every day that a fool appears who dares to challenge the warlord. But... Who was that?

Only the guard who survived Kanan's fury was able to recognize him. The only one who knew that he was a stranger from outside the walls of the shelter. Only he was able to see in horror how terrible and atrocious the white-maned ork could be. To the rest, he was nothing more than a crazy nobody with airs of greatness who would soon meet his end. But a good battle always makes an ork burn happy... Isn't it?

Warlord: - So a challenger... Eh? This is perfect. It's been a while since I had so much fun... -

Kanan: - Shut up, you filthy beast. I don't have time for your talk. -

Kanan's interruption did not go unnoticed, as did the leader's obvious anger, whose veins seemed to want to explode from his face at such a lack of respect. "These young one no longer even respect a good exchange of words before a fight." He thought to himself. But of course, he would never imagine who that white-haired ork was that was staring at him so menacingly.

Warlord: - Do you want to know death so kickly? Very good. Let me help you. -

The leader jumped from the box where he was, causing a crash as he fell onto the arena of the coliseum. Only then was Kanan able to see its true size: A monster nearly eight feet long, covered in red-painted metal armor with many... many spikes all over it. Still, it was full of openings where enemies could land a fatal blow. Something classic from the orks.

In his right hand he carried a large boomstikks that had to be used with two hands, something that didn't seem like a big deal considering his size. And in his other hand he carried a rather long slicer. In short, he was a pretty average warlord, now that Kanan thought about it more calmly. Even ridiculous, considering how complicated it is to reload a shotgun if you have a sword in the other hand.

Warlord: - Ready to die, snotlig? - Kanan's murderous and silence look was all he received - Then die! -

Using the ranged weapon first was always the most logical thing in a combat situation, especially when the enemy is not yet within your reach. You did NOT have to be very smart to realize this, and at least the leader had the minimum intelligence to do so. When Kanan saw the huge ork raise his shotgun he didn't waste any time. He took the champion's dead body with his free hand and used it as a shield. The shrapnel from the shotgun shook the corpse hard, saving the challenger's life. For the orks watching and for the leader himself that was something impressive... cowardly in part... but impressive.

Just as Kanan had predicted, his rival's weapon would only allow two shots before having to reload. The challenger threw the dead body of the former champion to the side, launching himself with all his fury towards the leader who was still having a hard time assimilating what was happening. In a desperate attempt, the leader brandished his slicer to try to decapitate his adversary, but due to the difference in height, Kanan only had to bend down for the powerful weapon to pass without encountering more than the wind and a few colored hair. white. But that would not be all, because the leader would raise his sword above his head, taking advantage of the momentum, to attack the insolent person who dared to challenge his position. It would be a quick death without a doubt.