Death from Above: The Doom Slayer’s Brutal Triumph Over an Ork Warboss
Death from Above
This striking panel from “If Doom Slayer joins the Imperium of Man” delivers a moment frozen in time—the split second after an Ork Warboss has been completely obliterated by the descending force of the Doom Slayer. The Warboss, once a towering and intimidating figure, is now reduced to nothing more than twisted armor, gory splatters, and shattered weapons spread across the impact zone. Black ink explodes outward in jagged, chaotic blasts, simulating both blood and raw kinetic devastation. At the center of this mess lies the crushed wreck of what once was the boss, identifiable only by oversized power klaws and scrap-covered Mega Armour. The carnage fans outward in a brutal radius, marking the exact point where the Doom Slayer landed like a human meteor. The vast emptiness of the rest of the frame emphasizes the total finality of that strike.
The End of a WAAAGH!
Scattered around the impact crater are the remains of Ork weapons, glyph-marked armor plates, and the Warboss’s looted gear—all useless now, torn from the body with surgical violence. A massive power klaw lies bent and broken, its sheer size a clue to the Warboss’s former stature. Bits of other Orks and their ramshackle war machines lie in heaps, as if they were caught in the backblast of their leader’s demise. The iconic checker patterns and jagged scrap metal aesthetics of the Orks are unmistakable, now painted in ink-black gore and dust. There’s a certain grim humor here, true to the Orky spirit, but it’s buried beneath sheer brutality. Whatever this Warboss had planned—whatever WAAAGH! he intended to lead—was ended in a single, terminal moment.
The Slayer’s Statement
Above it all, the Doom Slayer soars through the air, having already left the site of destruction behind him. His form is small against the vast white space, yet impossibly heavy with purpose. His leap is not of escape, but of continuation—he’s already seeking his next target. The black streaks behind him mirror the crater below, a visual echo of violence rendered with minimalist precision. There’s no need for sound effects or dialogue here; the silence of the piece makes it louder somehow, more final. This isn’t just a kill—it’s a statement: no Warboss, no WAAAGH!, no mercy.
