As Gulgrim reappeared from a recent attack, he found a blade already arcing for him. Trying to hop back only marginally avoided the attack, and the blade's edge cut a ragged line through Gulgrim's armor and across his chest. The pain of the wound infuriated him, and a warp shield reflexively popped up in the aftermath of the attack, even though he was hopping back away from the gates Blooddrinker was opening. But then almost immediately afterward he was knocked back off his feet by an explosion as Soul Reaver took to the air. As he skidded to a halt he looked up to see the immortal and the seraphim locked in combat, and the Warboss decided that enough was enough.
"Nobody makes a fool of ol' Gulgrim!" he shouted, raising his hand, expecting to find his gun in it, but finding that it had not materialized as he had expected it to.
"Wot!?" Gulgrim shouted, looking down at his empty hand. Then he could feel it. Some kind of Sorcery was stopping him from using his WAAAGH! Energy without serious effort. The Ork's face set into a grim scowl, his eye's red glow brightening as angry green lightening crackled around his form.
"Dat's...Dat's NOT HOW KAPTIN GULGRIM GOES! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!"
Energy built around Gulgrim, lightning arcing left and right and up and down, WAAAGH! Energy building up in his body as he prepared to use everything he had built up from the fight thus far. His feet stomped an angry beat as he seemed to glow, Green energy condensing around his body. It built, and built, a veritable Crescendo of orky might as he mustered every last bit of energy he could to make one last pull from reality's coffers. He would take the one thing he needed to get back at that snarky git who tried to stop him from getting in the fight.
Lightning cracked the ground around Gulgrim, and he let out a final, enraged shout as a greenish-white light exploded around him, momentarily obscuring him from view.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!"
There was a sound like glass shattering, and with a final, brutal effort Gulgrim pulled forth the one thing he needed. His WAAAGH! Energy spent, he would have to rely solely on the physical realm until the Immortal enemy's spell wore off. But that was fine, for the thing Gulgrim needed was all too material.
As the green-white glare faded, Gulgrim no longer stood in the Coat o' knives. Instead he was standing inside a hulking monstrosity of metal, spikes, bone, and bullets. He had pulled Da stompy suit from thin air with that final burst of energy, and was ready to bring the full firepower of Gork and Mork to bear. Massive twin-linked Deffguns sat on his shoulders, both his hands decked in weapons, with massive snazzguns nailed to the top of the left arm, and a variety of ballistic ordnances adorned what looked like an overbuilt, over-geared Orkish Terminator suit. Its very construction looked even more durable than the Astartes models. In fact it had a mysterious sheen to it, as if some strange Orky powers were woven into its creation. No doubt it had extreme durability to go with its extreme firepower.
"I'Z HAD IT WIF YOU YA SPIKEY GIT!" Gulgrim shouted from the ground, turning his weapons to the sky and opening fire. "I'Z GOT DA POWER OF GORK AN' MORK! YOU'Z CAN'T STOP ME!" Bullets, beams, and the occasional grenade launched in rapid pace from Gulgrim's armor, filling the sky with ordnance.
--OI, SERRY-FIM! YOU'D BEST GET OUTTA DA WAY IF YOU'Z DON'T WANT TA GET 'IT-- Gulgrim's mental shout went out, though he was uncertain if he had the energy left to even send that simple message. Nonetheless, he continued to open fire, flooding Soul Reaver's general area with ballistics, energy weapons, and explosives. Gulgrim's massive right power klaw scissored open and closed in the anticipation of the immortal coming down to get a taste as he continued to pour Dakka into the sky, heedless of the fire raining down around him.
The Ork was very angry now.
