Catches whip

Sure enough, as he waded up towards it, the fing twisted about and weaved to and fro, striking down at Ghazghkull with that horrible purple lash to put him off balance. Would’ve put him off balance, too, if he’d tried to avoid it. But Ghazghkull was way too hard for that. He just let it hit him right in the chest, carving a big bit of his armour off along with some of the meat beneath, and then in his left hand, where it sent his thumb spinning off into the dark below. But that’d been the moment he was waiting for. The lash snagged for a moment on his wrist armour, and he grabbed it with his good hand, before yanking it out of the fing’s grasp, and chucking it into space with a sneer. His hands were smoking from gripping it, and he was down a thumb, but they’d still work. And more than that, the boss had an army of orks watching the fight, who all knew for sure he’d win.

Ghazghkull Thraka: Prophet of the WAAAGH