3rd POV – The Warboss Arrives
The metal floor shook as the Warboss stomped forward. Armor made of looted tank plating clanged with each step. In one massive fist, he carried a cleaver the size of a Rhino's hatch; in the other, a chain-axe still dripping with gore.
His tusked grin split wide.
"Youz da zoggin' boss 'ere? Gud. I'z been lookin' fer a scrap."
Shawn stepped forward, Spirit Projection already flowing from his hands, liquid black Haki forming into a long two-handed glaive. The weapon hummed with his will. "I'll give you one," he said, "but you won't like the ending."
Valen's eyes burned blue, psychic energy and Armament Haki wrapping around his body like a second skin. "We do this fast," he said. "The longer he's alive, the more Orks we have to cut through."
3rd POV – The First Clash
The Warboss charged — the deck plating cracked under his weight. Shawn met him head-on. The glaive's edge slammed against the cleaver, Haki hardening the blade to an unbreakable point. Sparks burst like firecrackers.
Valen moved to the flank, unleashing a wave of psychic force. It hit like a cannon blast, sending lesser Orks flying — but the Warboss planted his feet, roaring through it.
"Not bad," Shawn muttered, pushing back hard, using the glaive's haft to twist the cleaver aside before swinging low. The blade carved a deep gouge in the Warboss's greave, cutting through metal and muscle alike.
Shawn Newman POV – Pressing the Advantage
I didn't give him time to breathe. Spirit Projection flickered, the glaive shifting into dual blades in my hands. I went high with the right, low with the left, forcing him to block both or lose a limb.
He blocked — barely. The shock of my Haki burst up his arms, rattling his bones.
Valen struck then, his right fist sheathed in Armament Haki, punching into the Warboss's flank with psychic force behind it. The blast blew out a chunk of armor and sent the Ork stumbling sideways.
3rd POV – Warboss Rage
The Warboss roared, swinging the chain-axe in a brutal arc. Shawn ducked under, feeling the wind of its passing, then drove a knee into the Ork's gut, Haki exploding outward on impact. The giant doubled over.
Valen seized the moment — his hands came together, psychic lightning coiling between them before bursting out in a focused lance. The beam slammed into the Warboss's chest, punching him back into a wall of steel.
The Ork smashed through the wall and staggered out again, smoking, tusks broken, eyes wild.
3rd POV – The Finish
Shawn's Spirit Projection formed again — this time into a massive executioner's sword. "Stay down," he said, voice flat.
The Warboss roared and charged again. Shawn met him in one clean swing. The blade, wreathed in both Armament and the flowing force of Conqueror's Haki, cut through armor, bone, and the floor beneath.
The Warboss hit the deck in two halves. His body spasmed once. Then it was still.
The remaining Orks froze, their momentum gone. Valen stepped forward, letting his Haki flare. The psychic pressure and killing intent rolled over the mob like a tidal wave. They broke and ran.
3rd POV – Aftermath
Shawn rested the sword on his shoulder before letting it dissolve back into liquid Haki. "That's one war-moon down."
Valen exhaled, psychic aura dimming. "And twenty more to go."
Shawn looked out at the chaos beyond the breached hangar wall — the Ork fleet still fought the Imperium's ships in orbit. "Then we don't stop here."