The Warboss

THE WARBOSS

Yells and howls of battle seemed to swirl around the field, echoing through the battered remains of buildings, sweeping through the bony, brittle branches of long dead trees. A layer of mist blanketed the floor, but was broken almost as soon as it had settled by bodies and wargear that soon cluttered the floor. A cold wind bit into Ulkren's face as he stormed through the brawl, the occasional bullet pinging off his thick power armour. His cyber eye implant confirmed his prey, a great green hulk, a roaring warmaster, an Ork Warboss. Countless numbers of Orks swarmed past him, some picked off by bolter fire, others by chainsword. But the biggest of these couldn't be bested, he wasn't at all challenged up close, and bolter fire seemed useless, because of a slightly smaller greenskin following him, casting some form of psychic bubble. Ulkren could but watch as he tore his way through Grey Hunter and Wolf Guard alike, none able to withstand his strength. But Ulkren was someone different. He was his Wolf Lord's personal champion, a duellist beyond imagination. He broke into a run, unable to watch any more Battle-Brothers die at the Warboss' hands.
Ulkren smashed aside Ork upon Ork with perfectly accurate blows from his axe. More and more came, but the Grey Hunters that now encircled him made short work of them, holy bolter fire easily sailing through primal Orkish leather, and the odd bit of scavenged metal. He shot one round at the bubble, causing a ripple that caught the Warboss' attention. It growled and then roared at it's new challenge, and ran towards Ulkren. He leapt forward with a snarl to meet the beast, only just dodging a crippling blow from a huge, crude axe. Ulkren leapt onto the beast's shoulders, and aiming his storm bolter at the Ork Psycher, shot five explosive rounds through his head. The bubble fizzed, and then blew outwards, taking many Orks with it.
Now Ulkren's attention was back on the Warboss. He raised his axe, but before he could strike was smashed off by a great fist. Winded and dizzy, the Wolf Guard Battle Leader gasped on the floor, scrambling for his frost axe. Just as he grabbed it, he was lifted from the ground by the beast, who stared into Ulkren's eyes, and then headbutted his chest. Ulkren howled, clenched his frost axe, and with the last of his strength, plunged it deep into the warboss's face. Blood spattered everywhere, and seconds later the great beast fell to the ground with a thump.