When night falls , you're skull is mine. No more Dakka Dakka
or waaagh for you mindless ork.

i aint mindless like you fink spikey git , and i'll see ya in da shadows but ya wont see me , my waaaaagh will be da last ting ya hear

We will see my little green friend

Indeed me foe indeed

I belong to the The True Sons, we are known as the Thrice-Cursed Traitors . We have never broken with the traditions of worship of our revered Primarch. We can turn on the black legion with no fear and so to shall I not fear the orks because you are no better then the bugs I step on as I march to war.

ya grots seem ta talk alot , talkn grots makes for good shootin an i dont care how meny time yave been cursed y'ell be ded when da orks are dun wit ya! We crush ya humie eads like snotlings in da mud yu aint no different just anotha humie ta crush

orks and the space wolves and my number 1 targets . No matter what it takes that day I'll find you and gut you.

An da same ta yu Barsabbas in glorios combat!!!!! I cant wait ta drive my Chain axe inta yur talky mouth

Greenskin...you have no chance, even against this human. You will be slain. There is nothing you can do to save yourself

Weel see bout dat ya skinny git i krush ya an any grots who fink dey can win dis Waaaaaaaagh!!!