"Ew. I think I step on something nasty."
— Kagari Vermillions, Gate: For Answered
He had felled the tallest giants, leaving their oversized bones to rot where they lay. He had fought ancient dragons, leaving their treasure hoards for any who stumbled across the dead beast's lair. He had slain daemons, sending their cursed souls back to the hells that spawned them. Deathfist howled in anguish. "Is there no one who can grant me my destiny, no one who can match my prowess in mortal combat?"
There was an ominous silence as the air thickened around him, and his dyed-orange beard bristled with static. A dark shadow grew around the Slayer, expanding quickly in size. Deathfist raised his bemused eyes in time to see a gigantic green heel blot out the sky above him as his eardrums burst. It was Gork.
"That'll be a 'yes' then..."
There was an ominous silence as the air thickened around him, and his dyed-orange beard bristled with static. A dark shadow grew around the Slayer, expanding quickly in size. Deathfist raised his bemused eyes in time to see a gigantic green heel blot out the sky above him as his eardrums burst. It was Gork.
"That'll be a 'yes' then..."
— Warhammer, White Dwarf 252 battle report
