"There we were, the biggest Ork was coming straight towards us, killing everything in its path. Though we’d have been Emperor-cursed cowards for doing it, we were about to run. Suddenly, trooper Bjarki gave a snarl, jumped on the beast's back, and set himself to work, laying about with his knife and his teeth and his bare hands. By the time he passed out from fatigue, he’d broken half of the creature's teeth, put some bloody holes in its chest, ripped its arm clean off, and struck it a great…
