Da Killa Klaw is exactly what its crude name promises: a power klaw of legendary destructive might, cobbled together by the maddest and most gifted Meks the Orks have ever spawned. To greenskin eyes it is the perfect weapon, a snapping, crackling instrument of pure krumping that can rip a battle tank open like a ration tin and fling its crew across the field.
Among the Orks, the mightiest Warboss is the one with the biggest and most brutal gear, and Da Killa Klaw makes whoever bolts it on the undisputed toughest around, at least until a bigger Ork takes it off his mangled corpse. The klaw has changed hands through countless duels, each new owner convinced that its power is really their own, which by the strange logic of Ork belief makes it work all the better. The greenskins' collective certainty that it is unstoppable seems to make it very nearly so.
In the thick of a Waaagh!, Da Killa Klaw is a whirling engine of ruin, closing on the enemy's biggest and best and reducing them to scrap and paste. Meks squabble over the honour of tightening its bolts, and every ambitious Nob dreams of the day he might wear it. It is more than a weapon to the Orks; it is a trophy, a throne, and a promise, the surest sign that its bearer is meant to lead the boyz to bigger and better fights.
The reliquary continues
