Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 12 - One more

Kanan couldn't hide the fun of the situation. That a simple glenshin had taken the lead on Kurnet was undoubtedly impressive, both for him and for the rest who praised him as a war hero, and it was no wonder, since in general terms lower-ranking greenskins are not highly appreciated by any creature in the galaxy. Not even other higher ranking greenskins.

Kanan couldn't hold back his curiosity and get to know that little boy who was attracting so much attention, but as soon as he took a step he felt the earth rumble and an extremely angry and somewhat tangled voice become present.

Kurnet: - Where is that wimp!? -

The huge ork was approaching with leaps and bounds, upset at having lost its triumph. This was his time to shine and his right was to claim the head of the enemy officer in command, so anyone taking that right away from him was not his pleasure.

Kurnet: - Where are you!? When I find him I'm going to challenge him to a duel! Zi! A challenge! And thus claim what rightfully belongs to me! -

The enormous fifteen-foot-long leisure with a mechanical arm finally reached the group of greenskins that surrounded his supposed adversary, as it was easy to know that the orks would be close to the one who stood out the most in battle.

The logical thing would have been that an ork as big and strong as him would have started laughing as soon as he had seen the grentchins who took the victory from him, but despite his brusque manner and hasty language, Kurnet learned long ago not to judge others. someone because of their size. A lesson that Kanan gave him personally. So as soon as he saw him, he fixed his challenging gaze on the little boy. Small for him, for the grentchin was almost six feet tall.

Kurnet: - You! I challenge you to a duel! Here and now! - His words did not seem to be any joke.

It was impossible for the grentchin not to feel intimidated. And how not to do it? Well, Kurnet was much bigger and stronger than him, and in a duel the chance of defeating them was below zero. The little greenskin no longer felt the courage to be cheered by the other trueskins, and all he could do was swallow dryly. Luckily for him, the voice of sanity spoke instead.

Kanan: - Hahahaha. What's happening Kurnet? Does it bother you that they are ahead of you? -

Kurnet: - Ka... Kaudillo. -

The ork rectified in time, because in the presence of other orks he was still their boss and had to treat him as such, to the point of kneeling followed by everyone present.

Kurnet: - I wouldn't know it was coming. - Now that he calmed down, his language had normalized a little. - We are inspired by your presence. -

Kanan: - Stand my warriors. Today they had a good fight. Gorko and Morko will be happy about that without a doubt. -

For someone who was in charge of an army for five years, it was impossible not to learn to inspire his troops, even when he did not even intend to, and Kanan seemed to do it perfectly, because his words did not take long to raise the spirits of the soldiers. present.

Kurnet: - And what brings you here, Chief? -

Kanan: - Just like you. I want to see personally who is ahead of you in battle. - An insightful comment that made some laugh.

Kurnet: - This... dwarf... didn't get ahead of me. Right then we were going to resolve that mishap with a duel. -

Kanan: - A blood duel? -

Kurnet: - Of course. What better way to do that? - The white-haired ork can only sigh at such simplicity.

Kanan: - It wouldn't be fun for me to see that. - He said without a hint of delicacy. - Such an uneven blood duel would be very boring. -