“I was about halfway through the line when I heard the boys start concentratin' fire. Felt the ground rumble, too, real regular-like. Fearin' the worst, I poked my head up just in time to see him before he jumped in. Big greenskin, bigger than the rest of them. Helped that he'd replaced a lot of his green with metal. Used the trucks and even our own Hellhound for cover makin' his way up. Now he was inside our trench, and started swingin' that over sized cleaver of his. Guardsmen in the other lines, they knew better than to shoot down. Him so close, they was just as likely to hit one of us. They was focused on keepin' the rest of them from getting' to us. My rifle bein' out with a dead pack in it, and me bein' so close, I did the only thin' what made sense. I charged him, hearin' Maksim yellin' at me the entire time. The ork saw me, though, and swung. Ain't the first time I've been up close like this, though, and I learned a few things. Ducked and went for the lunge. Didn't figure I'd kill him, but hoped I'd slow him down a bit with my rifle stuck in him. He backfists me, though, sendin' me flyin' and makin' the world go all fuzzy and sparkle.
“Didn't stop Maksim from yellin' at me over the com bead. Took me a bit to get myself together enough to hear him, but when I did, he was hoppin' mad. 'Get up,' he was growlin'. 'If we don't get this guy, we're all dead. Now get. Up.' Then I hear a clunk nearby, like metal hittin' rock, and force my eye open. It was hard, like my body didn't want to move. First, all I saw was blood on the ground. My blood. Hand didn't want to move, but it came to my helmet, pullin' away chunks. Forced my eyes up, though, and saw somethin' that amazed me."