Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Cap 39 - Unexpected Opponent

Kanan: - Can we know what they are doing? -

Murrey: - Train? - He answered not very

Ork 1: - Pointy Earz zaid that training make uz more powerful. -

Kanan: - Pointed ears? Oh really? - He looked at the aeldari trying to hold a laugh.

Orko 2: - Yez.... Zhe iz very ztrong. Perverted demon haz no chanze againzt pointed ear. - Kanan made another attempt not to laugh.

Aeldari: - Patience... I ask for patience. Could you stop calling each other that? My name is Nygleisha Lith... How many times should I repeat it? - He spoke in the Ork language.

What happened next had no better way to describe it than as pure comedy. The Okos, with their abrupt vocabulary and guttural sounds, were incapable of pronouncing that name. More than an attempt to say something, it seemed like they had some kind of indigestion. Murrey and Kanan did their best not to laugh in front of everyone.

Ork 3: - Pointed ear. - A random noble ork finished off the joke.

That was too much, Kanan sighed deeply, as if calling him to reconsider his sanity, but Murrey burst into a broken laugh that he did his best to hide in vain. That, mixed with the veins that wanted to pop out of the aeldari's forehead, was a scenario that no other ork present could understand. But luckily there was some sanity in those present.

Kanan: - Still... I can't understand why you train them... Aren't Aeldari techniques supposed to be something secret? -

Lith: - The knowledge of the paths is available to anyone who is willing to accept it. But it depends on each person to know which path to choose... Ancient knowledge also does not say who is worthy or not of achieving such knowledge. -

Kanan: - You'll have to excuse me... But I don't know almost everything related to you Aeldari. -

Ork 1: - Very ztrong iz pointed ear. Orkz not being able to defeat her. - A hint of pride could be seen on the aeldari's face.

Kanan: - Is that true? -

Murrey: - As much as it's hard for me to admit it, it's true. -

Kanan: - Interesting... Almost... tempting... - He gave him a very insightful look.

Lith: - Is that a challenge? -

Kanan: - Maybe. If you are not afraid of losing. -

Lith: - Oh... I'll gladly shut that dirty mouth for you. -

Were their eyes deceiving them? Apparently not. The orks could not hide the emotion that such a challenge awakened within them. For some reason, Murrey and the rest of the orks had a high regard for the aeldari, but on the other hand there was their warlord, the ork who in their eyes was invincible. The mere thought of imagining such a fight had not even crossed their minds, and now he would have the privilege of seeing such a display of power right before his eyes.

Like good first graders, the orks sat patiently at the edge of the arena, while Kanan and Lith made their way to the different racks of weapons that surrounded the main arena. Kanan looked for something to serve as support, since he would use the Mark II sword for this confrontation, but a pair of daggers that looked like throwing knives given their size could be a good trump card, so he kept them on his belt.

Kanan had never faced an Aeldari, neither in this life nor in the last, and he only knew of them small independent stories that he heard or read in some imperial manuscript. In short, they were described as formidable warriors, who enjoyed great agility and speed, and taking into account Lith's physical features, it was most likely that this was the case.