Ghaz being Ghaz

It came charging through the swirling melee of combatants, knocking orks aside and splattering humans. The silhouette was so massive that for a hallucinatory moment I thought I was seeing a Dreadnought of the Adeptus Astartes. It wasn’t a Dreadnought, nor was it one of the ridiculous weaponised cans that were the orks’ debased versions of those living martyrs. It was too big to be either. It was an armoured shape, and it was rampage personified. It tore through the night faster than anything that big should move,

Chains of Golgotha