Kurnet: - Damn dwarf! Ztop moving for I kan finizh wiz your mizerable life! - The huge one shoutedan orc more than six meters high.

David: - You will have to kill me if you want me dead! -

Kurnet: - Come onez la idea, gnome! -

The greenskins may not have been the smartest when it came to insulting each other or threatening the lives of others, but at least the intention is what counts. But very different from his words, his fierce combat was a spectacle worth admiring.

Kurnet carried a sharp war ax attached to his metal arm, which he brandished with supernatural strength, determined to end the life of the one he used to call a comrade for a long time. His left hand was free, although knowing him he had surely used hisshotgun two shots that he liked so much. but without powerrecharge it with nothing was of any use to him.

David carried a strangled sword that was almost as big as he was, but which he brandished with enough force to lash out at the imposing beast that was his opponent. The gretchin's musculature was much more developed than Kanan remembered. He was a warrior. A very impressive one for its size.

Kurnet:- All thiz iz your fault! -

David: - My fault!? - He asked with anger and irony.

Kurnet: - ¡Yez... your lault! -

David: - I waz zo far az you waz! If there iz my fault, itz your fault too! -

Kurnet: - Lie! I waz fazing humi in big armor! You zhould go help Kanan! -

David: - I waz fighting against big mazhine! I kouldn't do anyzing! -

Kurnet: - Koward! -

David: - Ztupid! -

Their weapons clashed once more. The echo of the impact between metalsprovoked powerful shock waves thataffected the ears of those who were closest. Kurnet was a powerful war beast, whose attacks were capable of tearing the hard stone beneath his opponent's feet. David was the complete opposite. Although his strength was far superior to that of any average warrior, in the face of that monstrosity what stood out most about him was his agility and ability to deflect the attacks of thean orc, although finding an opening in that impenetrable metal defense was almost impossible.

The ax and the sword collided once again. The sound traveled throughout the battlefield like an infinite echo, now that all the voices around them had fallen silent. Those two were so focused on their opponent that they had not even noticed the figure that was slowly approaching them.

From a distance, a figure surrounded by an unconventional entourage watched the fierce combat. Parts of those present said that approaching was foolish, but the one who once commanded all those forces was not afraid of the colossal battle, and little by little, he approached the conflict, staying at the forefront as any born leader would do.

Both Orks and Greenskins were confused at the sight of this new faction of warriors now slowly approaching from the side, but their surprise quickly turned into a sea of ​​mixed feelings. The younger ones did not understand what was happening, but those who had enough experience on the battlefield cried when they saw what their eyes revealed to them.

Thousands of greenskins, nowwere of the Ork side or the Gretchin side fell to their knees while the not very colossal figure walked between them. His simple presence calmed the voracity of the weapons that once fought, and his footsteps left an aura of silent respect in their wake, while through the ranks of both armies a name was repeated from mouth to mouth until it reached those who were not capable to see what was happening.

¨Kanan¨

Those who never saw him in life had to follow the older ones in their show of respect. That name was filled with legend and unthinkable feats, and the hope of his return was an omen of the great times that were to come. Noaeldari present would never be able to imagine how with his mere presence, Kanan managed to stop the warlike nature of the greenskins,turning them submissive to the one who was once their great messiah.

Kurnet and David continued their mortal duel, unaware of the calm that now reigned around them. The edge of their weapons was the only thing that could be heard in the entire panorama, more than an almost non-existent murmur from the mouths of those who could not contain the excitement of seeing their warlord back.

Kanan: It's good to see that they're still just as enthusiastic.

David and Kurnet's weapons clashed one last time. The noise caused deafened them for a few seconds, to the point that they doubted whether their ears had heard correctly. They both looked at each other, crossing their gaze with the vibrating edge of their weapons in between, a product of the force they put into their attack. And at the same time, they both had the same feeling of relief that in Ork words was simply impossible to describe.

Both Orko and Gretchin turned their gaze and there he was, just about four meters away from the two of them, standing with a confident smile on his face, arms crossed and looking at them with some joy. Kanan, his great Warboss and battle brother, had returned.

The moment was something that even those themselvesin aeldari behind his back took him by surprise. David's sword fell to the ground, his shaky hands unable to hold it any longer. Kurnet would have had a similar reaction, but his ax was bolted to his metal arm as part of himself. But the tremors in his body were just as visible.

They both took a step forward and stopped just two meters from their master. They still doubted if what their eyes showed them was true, because time had passed for everyone, and now Kanan looked a little different than how they remembered him. As if he were more... happy. That and he was half a meter taller.

Regardless of size or build, both Ork and Gretchin felt an overwhelming need to kneel before their lord. Not like that golden aura that the Emperor of Humanity emanated, forcing every mortal in his presence to prostrate at his feet. Kanan was having none of that. Kurnet and David's desire to show their respect was completely theirs...and no one else's.

David: - My.... My lord... Itz a joy see it again. -

The gretchin stepped forward and spoke, looking at Kurnet with confusion for not saying anything, since the ork was the more devout of the two. But what his eyes saw had no room for understanding.

Kurnet was crying. The imposingan orc of more than six meters, he squeezed his eyes tightly and his mouth showed the emotional pain that the image of his master gave him. And at the same time, the happiness of seeing him again. An ork is not biologically capable of managing their emotions, making them open books that express their desire without restrictions. And Kurnet's happiness had no paradigm, stopped simply by his respect for histhe caudillo. The poor guy could literally explode with excitement.

Kurnet's eyes widened as he felt a warm hand rest on his flesh and blood shoulder. The ork looked up, and with tears still falling on his rough cheeks he could see his lord next to him, resting his two hands on his shoulder and on David's. Both greenskins looked in shock at theirthe caudillo, which showed a genuine smile on his face.

Kanan: - I'm at home. -

Then something happened. A feelingsurfaced in the heart of every green skin that was able to hear the words of thethe caudillo. A strange heat began to well up from his chest, revitalizing those who had even lost their strength after the previous long battle.

A feeling that only those most dedicated to the cause can feel. A feeling of dedication, courage, courage... Something that only a genuine leader is able to provoke in the hearts of those who follow him, regardless of species or faction. A feeling of trust... of vassalage... of honor. The desire to follow a leader... And give everything for the cause that keeps him going.

Kurnet was the first to raise his voice, with David being the second to follow almost immediately. The voices of each greenskin present, whether orks or Gretchin, joined in one by one, while the green tide raised its weapons like waves over the calm waters after the fall of a rock. There was not a single greenskin present on that battlefield who did not join his voice to the cry ofWow collective. A scream that was even capable of shaking the hearts of thosein aeldari who did not share the excitement of war the same as the orks.

̈So What... Is this what a true leader looks like?¨