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// Let the Blood Flow 
// Story: PonyHammer 40,000: Magic of War | Winter Strike 
// by Dragon Heart 
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	Borbutz's aircraft, which was a stolen Equestrial Transport Ship, didn't get very far as it suddenly exploded and crash landed. Borbutz and a few Hogs survived the accident, but the Warboss wasn't happy about any of the circumstances.

"I don't care dat da flyer boar iz dead..." Borbutz yelled, "find me anudder flyer boar so I can kill 'im instead! How am I suppose ta run a SNAARL! out here wid no boarz?" The Hog Borbutz was talking to didn't even have time to answer as the angry Warboss grabbed him, flipped him upside-down, and smashed him four times into the ground before throwing him like a bag of garbage. "And right near a pony base? Dis just grand!"

At said base, Discord units were making ready for a Hog attack. The Discord Lord, Grule, was trying to ease his troops, who were not very happy about the lack of murder and bloodshed.

"My stallions grow restless guarding this insufferable fleck of ice they call Horn V," Grule stated, "though I do not blame them. Blood was meant to flow hot and free... not to run cold and sluggish. By Khorne, I should be commanding crusades, but this world... see how it denies me even my most basic pleasures."

"Then perhaps I can provide you with some sport. Yes?" A Unicorn of Discord asked. "Our hunters clipped the wings of the shuttle carrying Warboss Borbutz. He recently united the other Hog clans. I believe he survived the crash."

Grule grinned sinisterly from the given information. "Yes! Finally some sport. Eliminating Borbutz will send the Hogs reeling. But tell everyone that I alone will claim his head! By nightfall, we'll drink a toast from his skull!" With that said, the Discord Lord, his Discord Marines, and even a Desecrater headed off to fight against the Hog hoard and hunt for the Warboss.