Walks through

Dregmek, expecting exactly such a move from a Goff, opened fire. Every barrel of his kustom weapon began to blaze – the air was filled with flying projectiles and the flashing of half a dozen gun muzzles emitted blinding strobes of light. Perhaps it was a sign from Gork (or possibly Mork), a stroke of divine intervention to save their prophet, as although explosions blossomed at his feet and bullets stitched patterns alongside him, Ghazghkull advanced untouched. The only sounds were the last of the spent shells clattering to the ground, the spinning whir of empty ammo hoppers, a few desperate trigger clicks, the heavy tread of iron boots and finally a rusty squeak as Dregmek’s iron jaw fell open.

WAAAGH! Ghazghkull: A Codex Orks Supplement