"Their armour was primitive, but their warty hides seemed impervious to
the blows of his protectors. He watched as his last Triarii was bludgeoned to
the ground and hacked to pieces. His armsmen rallied around him, a
dwindling number of brave men buying Jushol seconds with their lives. The
orks shrugged off many of their las-shots, only direct hits to the eyes putting
them down. They grabbed his men, hurling them out of the way as if they
were woven of straw. One was shoved back into the Navigator, sending
them both sprawling."

 The Eternal Crusader pg. 83