Tree splinter

"Dat's right, squeeze da trigger gently," whispered Nuzzgrond, clutching the whelp's shoulder to hold him steady. Pulg, the wild boy, nodded enthusiastically and fired. Gretchin ducked for cover as bolter shells flew everywhere.

"Wahoo!" shouted the wild boy, continuing to spray the area. As Nuzzgrond watched, a cloud of airborne squigs disintegrated, the top was blown off a Gretchin's helmet, a distant tree was shredded to splinters and the bolter clicked to empty.

- WAAAAARGH the Orks!, page 89