Boredom.
It is in these troubled times that one young ork's destiny is about to be fulfilled.
Gurak: 'Warlord Blackwing, I need to ask for something.'
Blackwing: 'Git on with it boy.'
Gurak: 'I, Gurak, demand mag'kora!'
Blackwing: 'Ah, the olde rite of duel to the death! Who offended you so deeply that you want to resolve it this way instead of stabbing him while the git's asleep?'
Gurak: 'T'was you, warlord.'
Blackwing: 'WHAT?'
Gurak: 'Aye, you fail to do what a clanlord should. We are proud warriors, not suited for lying in wait! What do you want, sit on yer arse while the huminz gut us and drive us back to the wastelands?'
Blackwing: 'You don't understand, whelp. The Warlock is lost. The Centurion and Steelhide are dead-'
Gurak: 'They are dead because they failed! And you're no better! That's why I, Gurak, demand mag'kora with you, Blackwing! A duel to the death for leadership!'
Blackwing: 'Preposterous! Fetch me my axe! I'll have to teach this git a lesson.'
Later, in the pit of fighting:
Orks: Black-wing! Black-wing! Black-wing!
Blackwing: 'You asked for this, Gurak. MAG'KORA!'
The two warriors clash...
A shattering blow knocks Gurak instantly down.
Blackwing: 'Pathetic. Let this be an example ye gits! Treachery shall be met with DEATH!'
However, as soon as Blackwing delivers the killing blow, Gurak rolls away!
Blackwing: Wat!? Why is errything dark?
*punt*
Gurak: 'This is why you're weak, Blackwing. Even fully armored, and with a mighty ax, you are no true warrior.'
*slit*
For a moment, the camp falls silent as Gurak raises the severed head of Blackwing.
Orks: Gu-rak! Gu-rak! Gu-rak!
Gurak: 'Alright ye lot! Rally everyone! Them yellowbellied human scum believes that we are weak, broken and beaten! But we will show them our true might, and wipe away the smirk from their pudgy faces!'
