Steinolf grinned inside his helmet as his chainsword bit into Ork flesh, the satisfying sensation of impact followed by the way his weapon tried to fight his grip on it as it chewed through the Nob's shoulder causing the expression to turn downright feral.  This, right here, was what he lived for, and no one could ever deny that the son of Russ loved his work.  His sense of satisfaction was short lived, however, as the large brute attempted to retaliate, forcing Steinolf to attempt to evade.  He leaped back just in time, the crude claws wreathed in crackling energy passing scant centimeters from his left arm, the Space Wolf quite glad that he managed to keep the blow from connecting.  If an Ork was good at anything, it was hitting people with heavy, often spike encrusted, objects.  Hard.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dodge Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-07-02 17:10:42, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d100 Result: 39 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122356) Just a basic success, so a narrow escape from possibly losing an arm xD</div></div>