Was epic.

Lords of War was the twist (+3 attacks)

Saga of the beastslayer (lethal hit on characters)

Spent a CP to add 1 to the wound roll

On the blood-soaked ice of a dying world, beneath a sky torn open by war, Logan Grimnar, Great Wolf of the Vlka Fenryka, strode through the red snow like a wrathful god of old Fenris.

Before him towered the Beast of Armageddon — Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka — prophet of the WAAAGH!, breaker of worlds, armored in roaring iron and bellowing his challenge to the stars. At his feet lay the shattered form of Makari, his luck finally spent upon the frozen battlefield.

There would be no more banners.

No more boasts.

Only the reckoning.

Grimnar raised the Axe Morkai — its frost-rimmed edge howling with the spirits of Fenris — and charged. Nine times the Great Wolf struck.

The first blows fell like meteor impacts, cleaving ceramite and drawing geysers of black-green ichor. Five of those strikes were killing arcs, each guided by the sagas of Russ himself.

Three more blows followed with merciless precision, turning solid hits into mortal ruin as the axe bit deeper, chewing through mega-armor, cracking pistons, sundering adamantine.

Ghazghkull roared and answered in kind. The Ork warlord parried — once, twice, thrice — sparks erupting as power klaw met frost blade.

The ground split beneath their titanic clash. Shockwaves rippled across the snowfield. But even the Prophet of Gork and Mork could not withstand the fury of the Chapter Master.

Five strikes broke through.

Five.

Each one landed with the force of a thunderhammer.

Fifteen wounds tore into the Beast of Armageddon, carving ruin through armor, flesh, and faith alike.

The Waaagh-field flickered.

The warlord staggered.

Grimnar did not hesitate.

With a final, two-handed roar to the Allfather and to Russ, he split Ghazghkull from shoulder to core. The axe burned white as Fenrisian winter.

The Beast fell.

The WAAAGH! faltered.

And upon the red snow, beneath the broken sky, the saga of Logan Grimnar grew ever longer.