As the streets were emptied by the fleeing masses, quiet fell on the slums of the quarters. A quiet that was occasionally disturbed by the screams of a person being flayed alive. However, it was equally disturbed by another sound... two heavy feet clanking on the paved streets, through the puddles of blood and on the mutilated corpses. [i][b]"Bloody humies always makin' a mess o' things..."[/b][/i] The deep, grovely voice of the being rose above the buildings... as was his stature. His impossibly dark green skin was hidden underneath the layers of armour and weapons he lobbed on his body. As his right hand, his precious biggest shoota. On his left hand, his fearsome krusha klaw. A group of unsuspecting cultists of armageddon were taken in crazed prayers, hanging corpses and still living victims from street posts. They felt the rumbling of the footsteps nearing them, in rage, they drew their daggers and looked towards who was disturbing their prayer. The last thing they ever saw was the terrifying, hulking mass of Warlord Godkillah da strongest, legendary ork warboss. He stood at around twenty feet in height, his mass covered in red armour. His right arm unleashed unparalleled destruction, at a level so intense that a mere volley was enough to evaporate the cultists, the streetposts and the three buildings behind them, reducing to ashes and lumps the few civilians that were still hiding in the buildings.