Orks
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Orks
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Orks

They came fast. An avalanche of muscle, bullets and feriocity.
At first we held firm. Fired at the orks in ordered volleys.
We hit, I saw it with my own eyes.
But they kept comming.
Too fast for us to fall back.
What could I do sir other then run?

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