*A multitude of voices fill the air*

"You think Ork minds can comprehend the might of Chaos? Do you not realise that everything happens for a reason? That the hands of fate entwins you all?" said a melodic calming voice.

"Despair Greenskins... a plague of doom has come to this world..." a dark voice muttered.

"The sensations of the defeat must be exquisite... I dearly wish to exchange places and experience the feelin-" A shrill voice said, before being cut off.

*Khorne roars in frustration*

Go away Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh! This is my warband and my victory! Stop taunting my soon-to-be defeated enemies!