Ghaz being fast

‘Lost yer whip,’ said Ghazghkull, nodding down at the distant flicker of the falling weapon, and I think it was the nearest thing to a joke he ever made.
The big fing did a big hissy roar, and spread its claws wide – posturing, basically. But Ghazghkull was having none of that. He just sprinted right at it, faster’n you’d believe something that big could move, and uphill too. Everyone knows you can’t go fast in armour – it’s either one thing or the other, right? A trade-off. But Ghazghkull didn’t do trade-offs. Some orks are clever, and some are strong, he’d said to me when we met, and he was both. ’Cos whenever Ghazghkull had a choice between two things that he wanted, his answer would always be to take both of ’em. Ghazghkull believed you could go fast in armour, so he went fast in armour.

Ghazghkull Thraka: Prophet of the WAAAGH!