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	'''A tale where you see [[Makari ~~Banawava~~]] take on the Primarch [[Roboute Guilliman]] himself and walk away still alive'''		'''A tale where you see [[Makari]] Banawava take on the Primarch [[Roboute Guilliman]] himself and walk away still alive'''

	Roboute Guilliman's forces on Drainnic VI had engaged the Ork Waaagh! months ago, yet in this conflict he had gained almost nothing as a result. The Guard regiments, his own sons of the Ultramarines, and the Adeptus Custodes shield company under his command were engaged in a war of attrition against these Orks. Guilliman was at his command post, surrounded by advisers, poring over everything he had in terms of information against these xenos and how they conducted war while those under him shouted orders at each other. It left him stupefied that they could counter his strategies so effectively, especially when their standard method was simply trying to engage the enemy as soon as possible. He would have laughed had that been the situation he came to, but these Orks fought like nothing he'd seen since the Great Crusade; since his brother Horus slew the Warboss on Ullanor; and in his research again when his brother Vulkan fought the Beast in the Thirty-third Millennium. His cross-referencing of these events and how the Orks of those days fought as compared to the Orks he was fighting now led to only one conclusion: the Warboss that was leading this Waaagh! possesses a tactical acumen almost unheard of amongst their kind. This thought troubled Guilliman; if history were to repeat itself, he would have to engage this monster.		Roboute Guilliman's forces on Drainnic VI had engaged the Ork Waaagh! months ago, yet in this conflict he had gained almost nothing as a result. The Guard regiments, his own sons of the Ultramarines, and the Adeptus Custodes shield company under his command were engaged in a war of attrition against these Orks. Guilliman was at his command post, surrounded by advisers, poring over everything he had in terms of information against these xenos and how they conducted war while those under him shouted orders at each other. It left him stupefied that they could counter his strategies so effectively, especially when their standard method was simply trying to engage the enemy as soon as possible. He would have laughed had that been the situation he came to, but these Orks fought like nothing he'd seen since the Great Crusade; since his brother Horus slew the Warboss on Ullanor; and in his research again when his brother Vulkan fought the Beast in the Thirty-third Millennium. His cross-referencing of these events and how the Orks of those days fought as compared to the Orks he was fighting now led to only one conclusion: the Warboss that was leading this Waaagh! possesses a tactical acumen almost unheard of amongst their kind. This thought troubled Guilliman; if history were to repeat itself, he would have to engage this monster.

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	'''A tale where you see Makari Banawava take on the Primarch Roboute Guilliman himself and walk away still alive'''		'''A tale where you see [[Makari Banawava]] take on the Primarch [[Roboute Guilliman]] himself and walk away still alive'''

	Roboute Guilliman's forces on Drainnic VI had engaged the Ork Waaagh! months ago, yet in this conflict he had gained almost nothing as a result. The Guard regiments, his own sons of the Ultramarines, and the Adeptus Custodes shield company under his command were engaged in a war of attrition against these Orks. Guilliman was at his command post, surrounded by advisers, poring over everything he had in terms of information against these xenos and how they conducted war while those under him shouted orders at each other. It left him stupefied that they could counter his strategies so effectively, especially when their standard method was simply trying to engage the enemy as soon as possible. He would have laughed had that been the situation he came to, but these Orks fought like nothing he'd seen since the Great Crusade; since his brother Horus slew the Warboss on Ullanor; and in his research again when his brother Vulkan fought the Beast in the Thirty-third Millennium. His cross-referencing of these events and how the Orks of those days fought as compared to the Orks he was fighting now led to only one conclusion: the Warboss that was leading this Waaagh! possesses a tactical acumen almost unheard of amongst their kind. This thought troubled Guilliman; if history were to repeat itself, he would have to engage this monster.		Roboute Guilliman's forces on Drainnic VI had engaged the Ork Waaagh! months ago, yet in this conflict he had gained almost nothing as a result. The Guard regiments, his own sons of the Ultramarines, and the Adeptus Custodes shield company under his command were engaged in a war of attrition against these Orks. Guilliman was at his command post, surrounded by advisers, poring over everything he had in terms of information against these xenos and how they conducted war while those under him shouted orders at each other. It left him stupefied that they could counter his strategies so effectively, especially when their standard method was simply trying to engage the enemy as soon as possible. He would have laughed had that been the situation he came to, but these Orks fought like nothing he'd seen since the Great Crusade; since his brother Horus slew the Warboss on Ullanor; and in his research again when his brother Vulkan fought the Beast in the Thirty-third Millennium. His cross-referencing of these events and how the Orks of those days fought as compared to the Orks he was fighting now led to only one conclusion: the Warboss that was leading this Waaagh! possesses a tactical acumen almost unheard of amongst their kind. This thought troubled Guilliman; if history were to repeat itself, he would have to engage this monster.

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	"I'm just glad ya safe, Makari. Can't be losin' me favorite bana wava now, can I?"		"I'm just glad ya safe, Makari. Can't be losin' me favorite bana wava now, can I?"

	Makari gave a huge sigh of relief, and sat at his Warlord's throne in silence as the rest of the crew moved the fleet away from the planet. Mere seconds passed before both grot and Ork were back to their ~~usuaal~~ moods; though Ghazghkull always was the more serious one, both were jabbering at each other and making jokes. Eventually Makari asked Ghazghkull a question that he had been curious about since he woke up on the battleship.		Makari gave a huge sigh of relief, and sat at his Warlord's throne in silence as the rest of the crew moved the fleet away from the planet. Mere seconds passed before both grot and Ork were back to their usual moods; though Ghazghkull always was the more serious one, both were jabbering at each other and making jokes. Eventually Makari asked Ghazghkull a question that he had been curious about since he woke up on the battleship.

	"Oi boss, 'ow'd that 'umie foight? Was 'e any good?"		"Oi boss, 'ow'd that 'umie foight? Was 'e any good?"

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	Guilliman kicked the grot away with his boot. Unfortunately the Primarch had never considered the notion that maybe, unlikely as it seemed, Orks could form attachments. And he just so happened to kick the wrong grot.		Guilliman kicked the grot away with his boot. Unfortunately the Primarch had never considered the notion that maybe, unlikely as it seemed, Orks could form attachments. And he just so happened to kick the wrong grot.

	Seeing Makari go flying sent Ghazghkull into a rage like no ~~othe~~. He lept up from the ground and tackled Guilliman , sending blow after blow against him without pause. As Guilliman lay on the ground being battered, he only just managed to lift the Hand of Dominion, aimed the bolter at the stikkbombs on Ghazghkull's back, and fired.		Seeing Makari go flying sent Ghazghkull into a rage like no other. He lept up from the ground and tackled Guilliman, sending blow after blow against him without pause. As Guilliman lay on the ground being battered, he only just managed to lift the Hand of Dominion, aimed the bolter at the stikkbombs on Ghazghkull's back, and fired.

	The explosion caused by the stikkbombs would have killed lesser beings. Ghazghkull was sent staggering across the field while Guilliman laid stunned on the ground. Seeing his Lord Commander in this state, Colquan called for a retreat while he and his Custodes went to retrieve the Primarch and return him to the command post. Likewise, Ghazghkull's surviving nobz managed to corral him back to the Stompa, but not before the Warlord threatened his ladz to pick up Makari's body.		The explosion caused by the stikkbombs would have killed lesser beings. Ghazghkull was sent staggering across the field while Guilliman laid stunned on the ground. Seeing his Lord Commander in this state, Colquan called for a retreat while he and his Custodes went to retrieve the Primarch and return him to the command post. Likewise, Ghazghkull's surviving nobz managed to corral him back to the Stompa, but not before the Warlord threatened his ladz to pick up Makari's body.
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	"Lord Guilliman, if I may speak, you are not a peerless combatant like some of your brothers, though you are not without prowess, you are a tactician and a statesmen first and foremost."		"Lord Guilliman, if I may speak, you are not a peerless combatant like some of your brothers, though you are not without prowess, you are a tactician and a statesmen first and foremost."

	"Yes, but even my methods as a general were lacking against this Ork. How did Vulkan do it? ~~how~~ did Horus do it? Their battles against those Orks seemed to work, yet when I applied the same methods, the same tactics, I had nothing to show for it." Guilliman fell silent.		"Yes, but even my methods as a general were lacking against this Ork. How did Vulkan do it? How did Horus do it? Their battles against those Orks seemed to work, yet when I applied the same methods, the same tactics, I had nothing to show for it." Guilliman fell silent.

	Colquan looked down; this seemed to be the moment to leave. He saluted the Lord Commander and took his leave from Guilliman's quarters. After he left, Guilliman sent a missive to the fleet captain to issue an evacuation from the planet and to shell it once the Imperium had left. Once that was done, Guilliman walked over to the viewing port, and looked down over Drainnic VI. Je could see Ork vessels leaving the planet, same as his men were, but he knew that there would be greenskins left on the surface. Instead of performing his usual mental exercises of theoreticals and practicals or planning his next move against this Ork Waaagh!, he instead spent it reminiscing of what few pleasant memories he had of his brother Primarchs. Traitors or loyalists, he did not care; he just wanted to remember them.		Colquan looked down; this seemed to be the moment to leave. He saluted the Lord Commander and took his leave from Guilliman's quarters. After he left, Guilliman sent a missive to the fleet captain to issue an evacuation from the planet and to shell it once the Imperium had left. Once that was done, Guilliman walked over to the viewing port, and looked down over Drainnic VI. Je could see Ork vessels leaving the planet, same as his men were, but he knew that there would be greenskins left on the surface. Instead of performing his usual mental exercises of theoreticals and practicals or planning his next move against this Ork Waaagh!, he instead spent it reminiscing of what few pleasant memories he had of his brother Primarchs. Traitors or loyalists, he did not care; he just wanted to remember them.

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	The surrounding forces, nobz and Custodes, charged towards each other, giving their leaders ample space to engage each other.		The surrounding forces, nobz and Custodes, charged towards each other, giving their leaders ample space to engage each other.

	Ghazghkull surged forward towards Guilliman; along the way, he pumped round after round from his big shootas into the three of them. The Guard's Ultima storm shields stopped almost all of them, but nothing could halt what came after. Once close enough, Ghazghkull swung his huge klaw downwards and caught Brother Thavian in his side, the three giant metallic digits piercing the space marine's ~~ceremite~~ and impaling ~~hime~~. Ghazghkull swung Thavians's corpse to batter Damodes away, tossing both Battle-Brothers metres away from their Primarch. Guilliman responded by volleying several shots from the bolter on the Hand of Dominion, yet the rounds that landed on the huge Ork seemed to do little, exploding harmlessly on his Mega armour or only grazing his green skin. Ghazghkull closed the distance between him and the Primarch quickly, bringing down his Kustom klaw. Guilliman's demigod-like reflexes allowed him to dodge the strike, stepping backwards. Ghazghkull's miss overextended him, leaving his back and face exposed. Guilliman clenched his Hand of Dominion, and threw it forward, the artificer's power fist fing purchase square on Ghazghkull's forehead.		Ghazghkull surged forward towards Guilliman; along the way, he pumped round after round from his big shootas into the three of them. The Guard's Ultima storm shields stopped almost all of them, but nothing could halt what came after. Once close enough, Ghazghkull swung his huge klaw downwards and caught Brother Thavian in his side, the three giant metallic digits piercing the space marine's ceramite and impaling him. Ghazghkull swung Thavians's corpse to batter Damodes away, tossing both Battle-Brothers metres away from their Primarch. Guilliman responded by volleying several shots from the bolter on the Hand of Dominion, yet the rounds that landed on the huge Ork seemed to do little, exploding harmlessly on his Mega armour or only grazing his green skin. Ghazghkull closed the distance between him and the Primarch quickly, bringing down his Kustom klaw. Guilliman's demigod-like reflexes allowed him to dodge the strike, stepping backwards. Ghazghkull's miss overextended him, leaving his back and face exposed. Guilliman clenched his Hand of Dominion, and threw it forward, the artificer's power fist fing purchase square on Ghazghkull's forehead.

	Guilliman knew the Hand of Dominion could crumble Rhinos, Land raiders, and other heavily-reinforced vehicles with ease, yet when his power fist made contact with the Ork's head, it only sent him staggering back a few feet. When Ghazghkull regained his footing, he shook his head, then stared down Guilliman while clanging one of his klawed fingers against his skull's metallic parts.		Guilliman knew the Hand of Dominion could crumble Rhinos, Land raiders, and other heavily-reinforced vehicles with ease, yet when his power fist made contact with the Ork's head, it only sent him staggering back a few feet. When Ghazghkull regained his footing, he shook his head, then stared down Guilliman while clanging one of his klawed fingers against his skull's metallic parts.

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	'''A tale where you see Makari Banawava take on the Primarch Roboute Guilliman himself and walk away still alive'''		'''A tale where you see Makari Banawava take on the Primarch Roboute Guilliman himself and walk away still alive'''

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	Makari Banawava crouched in the storm drain, quietly listening to the giant humie's speech. Every word filled the grot with both excitement and fear. For starters he'd get to see the Warlord go toe-to-toe with a giant humie, a fight he'd love nothing more to witness. This was followed quickly by the realization that if this giant blue humie killed Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, Da Profit of Gork and Mork, he'd lose his only friend-- and also the one thing keeping him from being Squig food.		Makari Banawava crouched in the storm drain, quietly listening to the giant humie's speech. Every word filled the grot with both excitement and fear. For starters he'd get to see the Warlord go toe-to-toe with a giant humie, a fight he'd love nothing more to witness. This was followed quickly by the realization that if this giant blue humie killed Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, Da Profit of Gork and Mork, he'd lose his only friend-- and also the one thing keeping him from being Squig food.

	''Ol' Ghazzy's gotta 'ear 'bout this''! he thought. ~~Makkari~~ clutched his blue rock, whispered, "Keep me lucky," then scampered through the storm drain until he reached the exposed sewer entrance Ghazghkull had sent him to investigate.		''Ol' Ghazzy's gotta 'ear 'bout this''! he thought. Makari clutched his blue rock, whispered, "Keep me lucky," then scampered through the storm drain until he reached the exposed sewer entrance Ghazghkull had sent him to investigate.

	Once he reached the entrance, he spilled into a trench dug by the Imperial Guard and fell flat on his face. Next to him, witnessing Makari's fall, was a surprised guard. Makari just managed to look up at him when he heard the humie yell "GROT!" and point his weapon at him. Makari closed his eyes and expected to hear the sound of a lasgun firing, but instead he only heard the clicking of jammed weaponry. Opening his eyes, he saw the humie's angered face as he looked at his gun, looked back at the grot, and back down at the gun. Makari quickly stood up as the humie threw his gun to the side, drew his bayonet and shouted, "Die, xenos scum! For the Emperor!"		Once he reached the entrance, he spilled into a trench dug by the Imperial Guard and fell flat on his face. Next to him, witnessing Makari's fall, was a surprised guard. Makari just managed to look up at him when he heard the humie yell "GROT!" and point his weapon at him. Makari closed his eyes and expected to hear the sound of a lasgun firing, but instead he only heard the clicking of jammed weaponry. Opening his eyes, he saw the humie's angered face as he looked at his gun, looked back at the grot, and back down at the gun. Makari quickly stood up as the humie threw his gun to the side, drew his bayonet and shouted, "Die, xenos scum! For the Emperor!"

	Makari yelped, and jumped back as the humie ~~thrusted~~ his blade downwards. It missed entirely and stuck itself into the ground. Makari quickly then grabbed the humie's forearm in both of his little hands, and bit down hard. Flinching in pain, the humie reeled backwards and in the process kicked the freestanding bayonet, knocking it out of its place. Makari grabbed the blade, took it in both of his hands, and leapt towards the guardsmen, plunging the bayonet firmly into the man's chest, sliding the narrow blade in between his ribs. Makari wasn't sure of what he hit, but soon after sticking him, the humie pushed Makari off of him, stumbled further back, and then collapsed against the outer sandbag barrier, dead.		Makari yelped, and jumped back as the humie thrust his blade downwards. It missed entirely and stuck itself into the ground. Makari quickly then grabbed the humie's forearm in both of his little hands, and bit down hard. Flinching in pain, the humie reeled backwards and in the process kicked the freestanding bayonet, knocking it out of its place. Makari grabbed the blade, took it in both of his hands, and leapt towards the guardsmen, plunging the bayonet firmly into the man's chest, sliding the narrow blade in between his ribs. Makari wasn't sure of what he hit, but soon after sticking him, the humie pushed Makari off of him, stumbled further back, and then collapsed against the outer sandbag barrier, dead.

	"Mork's toofy grin! Ya ''are'' lucky!" Makari exclaimed at his little blue rock.		"Mork's toofy grin! Ya ''are'' lucky!" Makari exclaimed at his little blue rock.
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	"Just as Gork an' Mork told me, Makari. Been too long since I 'ad a good foight on me 'ands. Da Waaagh! ain't stoppin' 'ere, ya 'ear me? Wez gonna let 'em take da Scrapyard, no good loot in der any'ow, an I'z gonna krump dis humie giant. Wut'd yaz say 'is name was?"		"Just as Gork an' Mork told me, Makari. Been too long since I 'ad a good foight on me 'ands. Da Waaagh! ain't stoppin' 'ere, ya 'ear me? Wez gonna let 'em take da Scrapyard, no good loot in der any'ow, an I'z gonna krump dis humie giant. Wut'd yaz say 'is name was?"

	"I fink dey called 'im Gil-ee-min?' ~~Makkari~~ responded.		"I fink dey called 'im Gil-ee-min?' Makari responded.

	"Roight, Gileemin. Dis 'umie ain't gonna last long against me powa klaw. I'm gonna enjoy addin' 'is 'ead ta me boss pole!"		"Roight, Gileemin. Dis 'umie ain't gonna last long against me powa klaw. I'm gonna enjoy addin' 'is 'ead ta me boss pole!"
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	Guiliman's strike team cut through the Ork army with ease, Aggressor squads torching xenos by the dozens with their flamestorm gauntlets. Any Orks who managed to make it through were quickly cut down by the Custodes surrounding Guilliman. However, the Orks' sheer weight of numbers took its toll; one by one the Aggressors were cut down by lucky shots from shootas or well aimed swings from choppas until only four of the eighteen aggressors remained. On the other side of the battlefield, Ghazghkull's nobz tore through the Imperium's forces without mercy. The two colossal forces met in the center of the battlefield; Guilliman's Custodes would not allow any Orks to pass through them while the Aggressors peeled off to continue the battle elsewhere. FGhazghkull's nobz eagerly spread out, brandishing their choppas and power klaws, ready to fight if the opportunity showed itself. In an open clearing, both Warlord and Lord Commander stepped forward to present themselves, with Guilliman flanked on both sides by Thavian and Damodes.		Guiliman's strike team cut through the Ork army with ease, Aggressor squads torching xenos by the dozens with their flamestorm gauntlets. Any Orks who managed to make it through were quickly cut down by the Custodes surrounding Guilliman. However, the Orks' sheer weight of numbers took its toll; one by one the Aggressors were cut down by lucky shots from shootas or well aimed swings from choppas until only four of the eighteen aggressors remained. On the other side of the battlefield, Ghazghkull's nobz tore through the Imperium's forces without mercy. The two colossal forces met in the center of the battlefield; Guilliman's Custodes would not allow any Orks to pass through them while the Aggressors peeled off to continue the battle elsewhere. FGhazghkull's nobz eagerly spread out, brandishing their choppas and power klaws, ready to fight if the opportunity showed itself. In an open clearing, both Warlord and Lord Commander stepped forward to present themselves, with Guilliman flanked on both sides by Thavian and Damodes.

	The ~~battlecontinued~~ to rage around them as Guilliman and his Victrix Guard brandished their swords. Ghazghkull sauntered across from them, his massive klaw and big shootas as threatening as their wielder.Stikkbombs rattled atop his mega armor. Moments of silence passed between the two, then Guilliman spoke first.		The battle continued to rage around them as Guilliman and his Victrix Guard brandished their swords. Ghazghkull sauntered across from them, his massive klaw and big shootas as threatening as their wielder. Stikkbombs rattled atop his mega armor. Moments of silence passed between the two, then Guilliman spoke first.

	"Ork, you have proven to be a larger threat than your lesser brethren. Most of your kind crumble when an organized force rallies against you, yet you remain defiant. An admirable trait, but ultimately futile. Let it be known that I, Roboute Guilliman, Lord Commander of the Imperium of Man, will be the one who will cut you down."		"Ork, you have proven to be a larger threat than your lesser brethren. Most of your kind crumble when an organized force rallies against you, yet you remain defiant. An admirable trait, but ultimately futile. Let it be known that I, Roboute Guilliman, Lord Commander of the Imperium of Man, will be the one who will cut you down."
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	The surrounding forces, nobz and Custodes, charged towards each other, giving their leaders ample space to engage each other.		The surrounding forces, nobz and Custodes, charged towards each other, giving their leaders ample space to engage each other.

	Ghazghkull surged forward towards Guilliman; along the way, he pumped round after round from his big shootas into the three of them. The Guard's Ultima storm shields stopped almost all of them, but nothing could halt what came after. Once close enough, Ghazghkull swung his huge klaw downwards and caught Brother Thavian in his side, the three giant metallic digits piercing the space marine's ceramite and impaling him. Ghazghkull swung Thavians's corpse to batter Damodes away, tossing both Battle-Brothers metres away from their Primarch. Guilliman responded by volleying several shots from the bolter on the Hand of Dominion, yet the rounds that landed on the huge Ork seemed to do little, exploding harmlessly on his Mega armour or only grazing his green skin. Ghazghkull closed the distance between him and the Primarch quickly, bringing down his Kustom klaw. Guilliman's demigod-like reflexes allowed him to dodge the strike, stepping backwards. Ghazghkull's miss overextended him, leaving his back and face exposed. Guilliman clenched his Hand of Dominion, and threw it forward, the artificer's power fist ~~fing~~ purchase square on Ghazghkull's forehead.		Ghazghkull surged forward towards Guilliman; along the way, he pumped round after round from his big shootas into the three of them. The Guard's Ultima storm shields stopped almost all of them, but nothing could halt what came after. Once close enough, Ghazghkull swung his huge klaw downwards and caught Brother Thavian in his side, the three giant metallic digits piercing the space marine's ceramite and impaling him. Ghazghkull swung Thavians's corpse to batter Damodes away, tossing both Battle-Brothers metres away from their Primarch. Guilliman responded by volleying several shots from the bolter on the Hand of Dominion, yet the rounds that landed on the huge Ork seemed to do little, exploding harmlessly on his Mega armour or only grazing his green skin. Ghazghkull closed the distance between him and the Primarch quickly, bringing down his Kustom klaw. Guilliman's demigod-like reflexes allowed him to dodge the strike, stepping backwards. Ghazghkull's miss overextended him, leaving his back and face exposed. Guilliman clenched his Hand of Dominion, and threw it forward, the artificer's power fist finding purchase square on Ghazghkull's forehead.

	Guilliman knew the Hand of Dominion could crumble Rhinos, Land raiders, and other heavily-reinforced vehicles with ease, yet when his power fist made contact with the Ork's head, it only sent him staggering back a few feet. When Ghazghkull regained his footing, he shook his head, then stared down Guilliman while clanging one of his klawed fingers against his skull's metallic parts.		Guilliman knew the Hand of Dominion could crumble Rhinos, Land raiders, and other heavily-reinforced vehicles with ease, yet when his power fist made contact with the Ork's head, it only sent him staggering back a few feet. When Ghazghkull regained his footing, he shook his head, then stared down Guilliman while clanging one of his klawed fingers against his skull's metallic parts.
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	Guilliman responded by pointing the Emperor's Sword at the Warlord. "Let us see if your neck is of the same calibre, then."		Guilliman responded by pointing the Emperor's Sword at the Warlord. "Let us see if your neck is of the same calibre, then."

	The two clashed once again. Ghazghkull lunged with his klaw, careful to avoid his previous mistake. Guilliman stepped to the side, turned around, and with his back to the Ork, swung his left ~~armunder~~ Ghazghkull's. Using his Primarch strength and the might of the Armor of Fate, he dug himself in and only just managed to get Ghazghkull off his feet, flipping the massive Ork over his shoulder and onto his back in front of him. Guilliman plunged the Emperor's Sword down at Ghazghkull's throat, its flames rippling through the air Ghazghkull raised his klaw in response and caught the blade in between its fingers. When he tried to snap the blade in half, he was surprised to learn it wouldn't give. Ghazghkull got to his feet, pulling Guilliman closer to him and delivered to him a thunderous headbutt. The Primarch reeled in pain, his vision going white for a split second. Taking the opportunity, Ghazghkull bounded forward and caught the Primarch in his massive arms and drove him into the ground.		The two clashed once again. Ghazghkull lunged with his klaw, careful to avoid his previous mistake. Guilliman stepped to the side, turned around, and with his back to the Ork, swung his left arm under Ghazghkull's. Using his Primarch strength and the might of the Armor of Fate, he dug himself in and only just managed to get Ghazghkull off his feet, flipping the massive Ork over his shoulder and onto his back in front of him. Guilliman plunged the Emperor's Sword down at Ghazghkull's throat, its flames rippling through the air Ghazghkull raised his klaw in response and caught the blade in between its fingers. When he tried to snap the blade in half, he was surprised to learn it wouldn't give. Ghazghkull got to his feet, pulling Guilliman closer to him and delivered to him a thunderous headbutt. The Primarch reeled in pain, his vision going white for a split second. Taking the opportunity, Ghazghkull bounded forward and caught the Primarch in his massive arms and drove him into the ground.

	The Armor of Fate's Machine Spirit was doing everything it could to stop Ghazghkull from piercing its metallic hide, the repulsor field straining under the Ork's weight and punches. The Primarch regained his senses; assessing the situation, Guilliman saw an opening and took it. As Ghazghkull swung his right arm, the Primarch caught it with the Hand of Dominion and squeezed. Ghazghkull's hand was crushed underneath the power fist's weight, the bones in his hand snapping and crumbling. Ghazghkull tried to pull back, but Guilliman swung the pommel from the Emperor's Sword into the Ork's temple. The blow threw the warlord off his target. As he tried to shake off the pain, he felt another piercing blow from behind him. Turning around he found that one of the two Victrix Guards was still alive, and he had thrust his power sword into a chink in Ghazghkull's armor.		The Armor of Fate's Machine Spirit was doing everything it could to stop Ghazghkull from piercing its metallic hide, the repulsor field straining under the Ork's weight and punches. The Primarch regained his senses; assessing the situation, Guilliman saw an opening and took it. As Ghazghkull swung his right arm, the Primarch caught it with the Hand of Dominion and squeezed. Ghazghkull's hand was crushed underneath the power fist's weight, the bones in his hand snapping and crumbling. Ghazghkull tried to pull back, but Guilliman swung the pommel from the Emperor's Sword into the Ork's temple. The blow threw the warlord off his target. As he tried to shake off the pain, he felt another piercing blow from behind him. Turning around he found that one of the two Victrix Guards was still alive, and he had thrust his power sword into a chink in Ghazghkull's armor.