To say the fight was unfair would have been a dramatic understatement. Four humans, armed and combat-trained, fighting a single xeno aboard their own ship. The poor fools had never stood even the slightest chance. As soon as the priest's hand had wrapped around the hilt of that chain sword, Urgrugg called upon his power. Immediately, he felt it, the energies of the warp coursing through him, surging forth to bend to his will.

His entire body became enveloped in flames, which danced and played over his flesh and clothing, but did not burn him. That was not all he did with his power, though. As soon as the first spells was complete, he summoned forth the power necessary to unleash a burning nova. It blast out from him, turning the entire cockpit into a hellish tsunami of daemonic flame. Before the rest of the crew even had time to draw their guns, he had turned all four of them to ash. Burning as it was, the ship's emergency systems kicked in, and the cockpit was stripped of its atmosphere. Quickly releasing his first spell, he and the rest of the flames were extinguished almost instantly, when the cabin became livable again a few moments later. Though it enhanced the power of his pyromancy, Urgrugg realised upon reflection that the first spell had likely been entirely unnecessary. He had cast it as a defensive measure, but the humans were so unlikely to survive the nova the effort was unnecessary.

As he contemplated his performance in combat, he heard a loud, crackling noise coming from one of the coms. Walking over to it, he realized that the transmission between the captain and the man he had been speaking with had not ended. Pressing the appropriate button, he spoke, "Your little dogs dead, human. Should not challenge better." His low gothic what it was, his voice alone would have given away that he was not human. As he waited for a response, the thought occurred to him that if the captain hadn't gone to the trouble of ending his call, he must have assumed that the other three would be enough to make the kill. Insulted, Urgrugg snorted, and spat upon the late captain's ashes, leaving a great green glob of ork mucus as his gravestone.

[i]'So it's confirmed. Just the kind of crass nature I'd expect from xeno scum.'[/i]The response was surprising, to say the least. For one thing, from the sounds of the voice, it was a human female who had ordered his death. Stranger still, by her tone, she did not seem upset. If anything, she sounded annoyed. [i]'My name is Elizabeth Septum Marcus, high inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus of the Emperor's Holy Inquisition. Normally, a filthy xeno beast such as yourself would be dealt with by a separate ordo. However, when the reports stated that you were a free-practicing psyker, it was assumed that the information stating you were an ork was in error, and you were designated as a witch. Now that it's proven true, though, it's quite fortunate that things turned out as they did.[/i]

[i]'Don't resist capture, and your death will be quick and painless. As a specimen for study, you're quite rare, and it would be best to damage you as little as possible for the dissection. Before you respond, you should know; I have just entered the system, and I have an entire Adeptus Sororitas Preceptory with me. We came because information we obtained from our diviners led us to believe a space hulk of some importance would be appearing here, and I was sent as the fastest to be able to come with a sizeable force. However, I have the authority to turn the whole of their might against you, should you choose to evade capture. What do you say to that, you great, green beast?'[/i]

There was no response. By the time she had mentioned an army headed his way, he had all the reason he needed to make his way onto the massive hulk. The thought of an ensuing battle of such size made him shiver, deep in his orkish bones. He had not taken part in a proper war in decades, maybe longer. As he walked, he headed for the deepest sections of the ship, letting the flow of latent warp energy in the ship guide him to his intended destination. If his foe was bringing an army, he would need to prepare one to meet them with. For that, he'd need time, which would be in short supply. Even the feeling of his potential impending doom made him giddy with joy.