Grimgor at the head of his 'Ardboyz.

rimgor's single eye glowed with menace against the red evening sky. Only a handful of the twenty or so Orc warriors that had formed his guard still remained but still they fought with the fury of many more than their number. At his side, his banner bearer held aloft a huge ragged standard in one hand, pulling a bloody cleaver from the chest of a Human warrior with the other. The brief respite from the fighting gave Grimgor a chance to survey his force. Once combat had been joined, Grimgor seldom cared how his boyz fared until the end of the battle, but a quick look along the Orc line told him that his army was relishing the fight. He was proud of his boyz - they had crossed a brutal and inhospitable mountain range only hours earlier and yet still they fought with vigour and ferocity. In many respects the mountain crossing had hardened his warriors. Only the strongest were able to survive the treacherous journey and this meant that there was no weakness left within his ranks.

The sound of a horn alerted him to approaching danger. Before him, a band of warriors mounted on black steeds were charging his small group. The horses quickly bore down on the Black Orcs who braced themselves for the impact. The Kurgan horsemen smashed into the Greenskins, fully expecting to break the small formation and crush them under the hooves of their steeds. Instead they found it was like charging a solid wall, and the horses reared as they failed to smash through the strong Orc line, sending their riders falling to the ground to be cleaved apart by the crude Orc choppas. Grimgor let out a tremendous roar and swung his axe Gitsnik in an upward arc through the exposed belly of one snarling steed. The beast fell, trapping its rider who struggled frantically to free himself only to be beheaded by the massive Orc warlord's axe moments later. Grimgor waded through the combat smashing opponents aside in his quest to find a worthy adversary. He spied a mounted, armour-clad warrior wielding a huge blood-red blade, fighting close to where he stood, and instinctively knew that this was the Humans' leader. He commanded a presence on the battlefield like none other. His armour was forged with strange symbols which the Orc warlord recognised to be marks of the Chaos gods. Through the visor of the man's helm, Grimgor could spy a pair of unnatural glowing red eyes. They stared at each other momentarily before the Chaos lord dispatched his foe with an easy swipe and brought his horse around to meet the Orc warlord.

As the warrior brought the blade in a downward arc, Grimgor parried the blow with his axe. For the first time in ages, Grimgor felt an immense strength behind the attack of an enemy. A second attack caught the Orc warlord off guard, smashing against his armour. This blow would have easily broken through even the strongest plate mail suit, but Grimgor's armour was said to be forged with the blood of a daemon and the blow was deflected. In return, Grimgor held his axe in both hands and swung it round his head. Twice the blade swept round before he directed it at the Chaos lord. The mounted warrior raised his blade to parry the attack and, as the two collided, a shower of sparks was followed by a deafening crack. The blade broke close to the hilt and Gitsnik cleaved through the warrior's armour. Grimgor pulled the axe free and prepared to deliver a second blow, but even as he brought his axe around his head he watched as his opponent's armour clattered to the ground, the horned helmet rolling to a halt next to the Orc's iron-clad boots. Bending down Grimgor picked it up. It was empty, as was the rest of the suit. Shrugging his shoulders he tossed aside the helm and turned to face his next foe. The deep red sun set below the mountains, and Grimgor let out a rare smile as he surveyed the battle. Hundreds of enemy still surrounded his force and, as far as Grimgor was concerned, that meant all the more to kill. He quickly looked for where the fighting looked thickest and, spying a group of Orcs heavily outnumbered by a mass of fur-clad warriors, he charged into their midst, ready to spill yet more blood.

The 'Ardboyz form a battleline, spearheaded by chariots and a Giant.

The mighty axe cleaved through the air and half a dozen heads spilled from their shoulders with one fell swipe. The lifeless bodies slumped to the floor adding to the huge mound of dead that already surrounded the giant Orc warlord. His loud roar of triumph drowned out even the combined guttural shouts of the Black Orcs surrounding the huge, blood-soaked Greenskin. A single fur-clad Human remained standing before the monster; he was dwarfed by the massive Orc who towered over the bare-chested man. Looking down at the pitiful wretch, Grimgor grasped him roughly with his huge hands, bringing him up to his single remaining eye for a closer examination. He snarled derisively before opening his huge jaws, revealing a set of broken yellow fangs which he closed around the man's skull, killing him instantly. Grimgor tossed the headless corpse aside as though it were a scrap of meat, spitting out the grisly remnants.

"Kill 'em all!" he roared, charging forward towards the remainder of the marauders, who stood back fearful of fighting this killing machine. For a beast so large, his agility was surprising and, as the Orc warlord rushed forward, the fur-clad warriors before him turned to run, visages of sheer terror spreading over their faces. These were not the cowardly citizens recruited from towns and villages in defence of their homes, but savage warriors who had committed acts of barbarity as cruel as any Orc. Yet the sheer bloodshed that this single opponent had wrought was more than even these barbarians could bear. They backed off from the attacker, stumbling as they did so. Grimgor was upon them before they had the chance to flee, trampling warriors underfoot, crushing their bones with his weight whilst his dreaded axe Gitsnik felled yet more of the marauders. In a matter of seconds, the Black Orcs who followed up the assault had killed each and every barbarian, but Grimgor did not pause in his slaughter. Charging forward he pushed on with his attack, he would not be satisfied until every enemy lay dead at his feet.

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