Reddunz Hit 'Arder (40k)

I had mimicked the typical stance of a rugby player, while I used to play the sport as a much younger teenager I was decades out of practice. I wasn't entirely sure the 'Tower of Power' was going to be of much help against a walking tank of an animal, yet this was the best idea I could muster in such a short time. With a wince I prepared myself and so it came, the brute smashed into my shoulder, I'd managed to get just low enough to clip the creatures knees as they let out a sickening POP. 

One thing I've learnt is just how dense Ork bones were, they were nigh impossible to break. Even with my enhanced physiology I'm pretty sure I'd have a difficult time cracking into them. I'd gotten lucky this time around, the full force of the charge coming to an abrupt end right at the site of the joint. Orks were already quite top heavy meaning less reinforcement around the legs. As such while I wasn't specifically aiming for this glaring weakness I had a general idea of exactly where I wanted to hit.

My legs dug into the dirt as the full weight of the creature pressed into my shoulder, thankfully I now had an abundance of muscle on my trapezoids. I had just managed to hold my ground However, this wasn't quite the end of my plan. Driving upwards and outwards I grabbed a hold of the thighs of the Ork and pushed as hard as I could. The brute was actually lighter than I imagined, now that he had no leverage I'd managed to take the brutes legs out from underneath him. The crowd held their cheers with bated breath, they were unable to see the battle unfolding before them. The sheer amount of dirt and debris that had been kicked up had obscured them all from view.

With the large Ork in my clutches I drove the beast down putting my full force and weight into the manoeuvre, within a split second the large Ork was on its back all air driven from its lungs. I gave a second hand wince, I'd been victim to a few dump tackles when I was younger, it was not a fun thing to happen to you, especially not right on your back. 

The larger Ork let out a grunt, I'd managed to cause damage to its knees, arms and now it should be breathless. My minute amount of experience had given me the knowledge to not stop now, this body of mine and subsequently the others were immensely durable and as such I decided to make use of this leverage. Swinging downwards with my arms I aimed my blows towards the face of the creature. Time and time again I laid into the beast and as as the dust began to settle the crowd had erupted into cheers. This is what they were here for, the pure brutality of it and I found myself revelling in it all. Disgusting...

With each slam the Ork below him seemed to only piss the creature off more, I'd managed to get in a good position but it was starting to fight back and push me off. This was absurd... I'd done everything right, how in the world was this creature managing to push me back?! Was bigger always better in cases of these green bastards? Where's the sense? Where's the rationality?

I increased my intensity, smashing down in a frantic pace hoping to put the damn creature down in anyway possible, but it just wasn't happening. In a show of freakish strength the larger Ork had managed to completely shove me off of it sending me sprawling several meters. After just a few moments it had gotten to its feet, the leg I'd managed to damage obviously hindering the beast. However, what happened next left my jaw swinging. IT POPPED IT BACK INTO PLACE! How the hell should that beast know to do that? What in the world... Wasn't this just too unfair?

Cursing the being that had put me into this situation I noticed in all of this I'd had a stroke of good luck, I'd been sent hurdling towards the axe I had been hoping to grab earlier. Scrambling towards it the larger Ork began walking towards me, something straight out of a movie. Slow, methodical and deadly. The bastard had a savage grin plastered across its face, as if it was enjoying every moment. With an outstretched claw I grasped the shoddy axe and held it, getting a feel for the weighting of the weapon I frowned. It was terrible and was somehow, bottom heavy... How does that even work. With a shake of my head the beast was already upon me. 

Tensing up my large forearms I dragged the axe backwards ready to end it in one last swing, surely my opponent had tired by now. Multiple consecutive charges, received several beatings and was bleeding profusely. Yet it didn't even seem phased, its breathing barely laboured and still-- that smile... Right.

With a grunt I swung the axe out in a wide arc aiming for the beasts neck, maybe I could chop it clean off. Like lightning the Ork raised their hand blocking the strike with their bad arm by intercepting the haft with their forearm. Cursing to myself I threw out a quick jab hoping to disorientate my opponent, when my blow did little more than glance off the creatures cheek I once more cursed to myself. Another shell shattering strike came from my opponent as a fist collided with my forehead sending me reeling, I held onto the axe with dear life. The crowd rallied once more sending vibrations throughout the entire arena, this had been the most interesting fight so far. The winner of the fight hadn't been clear, but it seemed as though the one constant of Ork culture reigned supreme, "bigga' is betta'". 

Several more blows landed across my body in quick succession, I'd have been wracked with pain if I could feel any to a respectable degree. This had possibly been the best addition of my new body. Gritting my teeth I tried to pull backwards to gain some distance, to try and strategize. Anything... But my opponent pursued me with dogged intensity. Strike after strike, blow after blow, I was nearing my limit. Coughing up a globule of blood along with spitting out some broke teeth I had to come up with something... Anything.

"Uhh look ova' there! There's somethin'!" I blurted out, it was a stupid trick I know. Something that wouldn't even work on toddlers. Yet to my never ceasing amazement my opponent looked behind them, in fact the entire arena did. Every Ork present seemed to look at where I'd pointed out to, obviously there was nothing there. Silence and confusion reigned across the entire arena, I had but a moment to take advantage of the situation. Grasping the axe tighter, I swung towards the neck of the Ork. My opponent was too concerned with my made up callout than to bother continue with the fight and as such I had clinched victory from the jaws of defeat.

My axe struck true and dug into the flesh of the creature, the hide at first was tough but once I'd gotten through the first part of it the rest was like a knife through butter. The axe dug deep into the neck of the beast before I'd lopped it off entirely. With a sigh of relief I dropped the axe only to hear something strange, coming from the head I lopped off came a string of words. "Wot? Wot's ova' there?" The head spoke despite not even being connected to the body and had seemed to barely notice it had been decapitated. WHAT?! 

After a few moments of looking confused the Ork's eyes glossed over white as the main body of the Ork slumped and fell to the ground, it seemed as though I'd yet again underestimated the sheer durability of these Orks. But a win was a win, I'd managed it, even if just barely. 

As I stood still the entire crowd exploded once more into a rowdy cheer, it took them a moment to realise what was going on and what had happened, most of them were still looking at the spot he'd pointed to after all. Just as I thought the crowd couldn't get any louder the largest Ork of them all let out a bellowing laugh that seldom seemed to drown out the entire crowd. With a deep guttural yell it spoke "GOOD WORK RUNT! YOUZ' DID WELL!"