Kills numerous orcs and wolves.

Flanking the shaman were six mighty orcs, mail-clad, axe-armed and fierce. Beyond them was a sea of green faces and wolves. Gotrek laughed aloud and charged for them. The last thing Felix saw before he stepped inside was the Trollslayer running forward, axe held high, beard bristling, towards the source of that terrible light.

...

In the gateway he saw Gotrek, standing amidst a pile of bodies.. Blood flowed from the dwarf's appalling wounds. He was slumped forward, supporting himself on his axe, barely able to keep upright. Nearby Felix saw the bodies of Hef and the other defenders.

Gotrek turned to look at him and Felix could see that one eye was missing, torn from its socket. The dwarf staggered dizzily fell forward and slowly and painfully tried to pull himself upright.

'What kept you, manling? You missed a good fight.'

Felix moved towards him. 'So it seems.'

'Damn gobbos are all yellow-eyed cowards. Kill their leaders and the rest turn tail and run.' He laughed painfully. 'Course... I had to kill a score or so of them before they agreed.'

'Of course,' Felix said, looking towards the pile of dead wolfe and orcs. He could make out the wolf head-dress of the shaman.

- Trollslayer, Wolf Riders