Reddunz Hit 'Arder (40k)

Muscles clashed against muscle and rusted iron against flesh, the two Orks battle ferociously and with an intensity that I had never seen. There was no real strategy employed whatsoever, it was pure brute force against brute force. This caused me to frown, there was so much potential being missed here if they were to just strategize for a moment before rushing in. While I was no expert on fighting by any stretch of the imagination I could think of a good few ways in which using their immense strength and leverage would massively increase their capability in battle. 

After another clash there was a lull in the fighting the two Orks circled each other, their breaths coming in heavy, ragged gasps. The crowd's roars grew louder, urging them on. The larger one charged again, his club raised high, but the smaller one was ready. He sidestepped the attack and brought two axes down in a brutal overhead strike.

The larger Ork bellowed in anger as the axes bit deep into his back, but he didn't fall. The endurance of these beasts were immense, it just took two huge axes to the body and barely flinched, retaliating in anger rather than pain. With a wide arc the larger Ork swung a club horizontally at the torso, the overcommitted Ork was swatted aside several meters as their chest appeared to have caved in. With a none-committal grunt it rose back to its feet and snarled at the larger beast two axes in hand. 

They both charged screaming as they did so. The larger ork fired another large arcing strike towards the smaller ork who in return raised their axe hoping to block it and swung with their off-hand axe. Unfortunately it did not work out well for the smaller Ork. The club smashed into the haft breaking it in half and continuing into the side of the Ork, collapsing the other side of its chest. fortunately the axe did fall upon its suspecting target and struck the large Ork directly in the skull. Yet, it didn't crack the Orks skull, instead leaving a mean looking gash that reached from the top of his head to his oversized nose. 

The crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and shouts as the Ork stood victorious, blood dripping from his wounds. He raised his club high, roaring in triumph, while the other Orks pounded their chests and bellowed their approval. It was a brutal display of pure strength and it both excited and sickened me to my very core. The time was almost upon me, the larger Ork showboated around the arena proclaiming its superiority. For a moment I could have sworn the Ork was slightly larger than before, ever so slightly. It's muscles bulged harder and he swung the club with more ferocity, this caused my brow to furrow... This required more experimentation and observation. 

The crowd went wild with obscenities as the large Ork screamed outwards, they loved the show it seemed. However, in just a moment the entire arena went silent. Even the large Ork in the centre stopped his show-boating as he turned to look upwards, a look of pure veneration had overtaken his previous fervour. Following the gaze of the Ork I found exactly what it was looking at and why the entire crowd went silent. 

Passing through the elaborate entrance by the Throne was an Ork larger than anything I'd seen so far and any person he'd ever seen. This beast was the size of a car, almost nine feet tall it carried a hammer larger than me. By its side was one of the red creatures wearing a hat reminiscent to that Napoleon wore in paintings. His jaw hung open and slack as a loud beating began to be heard from the entire arena. The Orks were slamming their legs against the ground, creating a rhythmic thunder that echoed across the whole camp. 

After a couple of minutes the large Ork held up a single clawed fist, it was strange and mechanical as if he had mechanical claws for fingers. It looked immensely powerful and dangerous, and it silenced the entire crowd. After a few moments of revelling in it all the largest of all Orks finally spoke. "G'DAY LADZ! LOOKS LIKE WE'VE GOT SOME YOOFS READY TO BE TESTED!" he spoke with such cadence that it rumbled the entire arena as he spoke. It even began to rumble my very being, I was being swept up in the ork fever. With a deep breath I shook my head trying to reign my mind back to rationality. The orks around him had no inclination and instead bellowed their approval to the Boss. "WELL THEN, WHOSE FIRST?!" 

A few of the larger Orks pushed their newbloods into the arena, thankfully Gorblitz hadn't done so yet. Turning back to meet his eyes he shook his head and let out a grunt, taking that as the reprieve it was I smiled inwardly. Turning back to the arena he watched as two Orks moved towards the centre of the arena, snarling at one another. They had no weapons in hand and seemed too dumb to pick up any of the ones that lay strewn across the arena. "START!" The largest Ork scream out, the voice was so loud that it almost deafened me. If not for my enhanced physiology I wouldn't be surprised if it would have burst my ear drums. 

The first Ork, slightly greener and more muscular, had a wild look in his eyes. He bared his teeth and let out a guttural growl, flexing his newly formed muscles. The second Ork, though smaller, had a fierce determination in his gaze. He clenched his fists, ready to fight.

Without any warning, the larger Ork lunged forward, swinging a heavy fist at his opponent. The smaller Ork ducked just in time, the punch whistling past his head. He retaliated with a quick jab to the larger Ork's midsection, causing him to grunt in pain.

The fight quickly escalated into a flurry of punches and kicks. The larger Ork used his size and strength to his advantage, trying to overpower his opponent with brute force. The smaller Ork, however, was faster and more agile, dodging blows and landing quick strikes.

The crowd's roars grew louder with each hit, the air thick with the smell of sweat and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. The larger Ork managed to grab the smaller one by the arm, lifting him off the ground and slamming him down with a bone-rattling thud. 

I was wrong, these Orks weren't the bumbling newbies that I thought they would be, they fought with just as much ferocity as the other Orks. It was as if these creatures had battle and war directly baked into their DNA, so much so that they are ready to fight as soon as they were born. How am I supposed to compete with this? 

The larger Ork continually pounded the smaller one into the dirt, over and over again until eventually the larger Ork ripped the arm of the smaller one clean from its Torso. For the first time I heard a cry of pain from an Ork, it did truly look agonising and even then, the cry was barely noticeable from where he stood. However, the smaller Ork did not give in and continued the fight. Climbing back to its knees he leaped forwards, the larger Ork wielding the arm of the smaller one back handed them causing a sickening CRACK to reverberate throughout the entire arena. The smaller Ork fell to the ground knocked out cold. 

A sickening roar vibrated the very ground that I stood upon as the arena went wild with grunts and yells of approval, even the largest Ork looked pleased with the results of the battle. After revelling in victory the larger greenskin trundled off from the centre of the arena off to the side where his 'sponsor' of sorts was pleased with the lad offering a grunt of approval. 

Several fights occurred in a similar manner, and every single time the larger of the two fighters would win. I was started to get more and more nervous, I was most definitely one of the smallest Orks in the entire Arena. More and more fights occurred and I'd like to say that I was getting more and more nervous but that wasn't quite true... I was getting more and more excited. It was disgusting, but eventually all Orks except from one had fought and of course it just had to be the largest...'Oh come on what kind of cliché is this... I bet that bastard had something to do with it...' I thought to myself.

Looking back towards Gorblitz who had a shit-eating grin on his face he let out a sigh that came out like a deep-set grunt. The Ork sitting upon his throne looked particularly pleased with the current situation, he was ready to see my puny ass get thrown around the ringer for his entertainment... Like I was going to let him. Hopping over the small fence he trundled towards the middle of the arena, 'Once the fight starts I'll wait around for a few moments and bide my time. When the moment is right, I'll grab a weapon and sick the big one. No one will see it coming.' With a plan in mind I set myself ready for the fight to begin, looking back up to the large Ork I awaited his command to begin...