Zed lay writhing in pain. This was the most brutal of all wounds he had received in his long and injury-prone career. He floated between consciousness and lingered near death.
Kairo would make sure that he met that end. Standing over the capable foe, he looked down through his broken visor at the beast. This had been his most capable opponent in quite some time. Even simple minded, the Ork was a creature created for war and it showed, even against the toughest the Imperium had to offer. He wanted to remember a battle well fought. Still, he showed Zed no respect or mercy, pressing the sole of his power armor into the green-skinís chest; he readied the coup de grace.