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Photorealistic. A massive Ork Nob charges forward with reckless aggression, his body wrapped in thick, jagged armor plates covered in scrapes and grime. Rusted bolts, dangling wires, and patchy metal scraps are welded directly to his frame, forming a brutal and chaotic silhouette. His green skin is stretched over bulging muscle, and he snarls with yellowed fangs and blood-caked tusks jutting from a broad jaw. His posture is forward-leaning, all motion and violence, fists clenched around a brutal close-combat weapon—a crude, oversized axe with a jagged head and a grip wrapped in oily rags. Sparks fly from the impact of his boots on the debris-strewn terrain, every step cracking stone and throwing dust. His eyes are wide and wild, squinting with intensity beneath a dented metal visor riveted into his helm. Behind him, smoke trails from an explosion, and a haze of ash settles on shattered ruins and broken war machines. His snarl is feral, his mouth open in a roar that shows chipped, meat-stained teeth.