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After a victorious battle, an Ork warband descends on the battlefield to loot and scavenge, turning the already chaotic scene into a frenzy of noise and violence. The Orks, covered in blood and grime, bellow in delight as they rip apart wrecked vehicles, smash open crates, and argue over the spoils. One Ork, larger than the rest, drags a battered piece of machinery behind him, shouting orders to the others with a voice like thunder. The battlefield is littered with broken bodies and smoking ruins, but the Orks pay no mind to the devastation—they’re too busy squabbling over who gets the biggest bit of loot. The air is filled with the clanking of metal, the sound of fists meeting faces, and the endless, raucous laughter of the Orks.