Needless to say, it only takes one look at a band of rouge Ork Meks, sporting rugged looking dueling scars, for the enemy to understand that the shift of battle has now been decided. Ork Big Meks have a penance for bloody engagements with their enemies; OOmans have learned this lesson the hard way.

Ork Meks grow much braver, stronger and meaner with each battle they undertake. They proudly wield their boss poles which are laden with blood soaked trophies and glyps, as if to sling an insult to their enemies. The impact of their deff koptas coupled with their battlewagons reeking of blood thirsting Ork Stumpas, more than meet the battlefield requirements of a Mek infused warzone. With their deft koptas air-borne, Big Meks hang from the truck transporters, raging into the air from behind the metal armored rovers.

Splaying their enemies, like the Necrons, they gain ground as burna boyz with their flame throwers. Their Gits, or enemies like, the no see ums, Ork Big Meks love to annihilate. With the initial call of battle, “Ere we go!” these metal warriors tear up a battlefield with their battalions of buggies, trakks, deth koptas, trucks, battlewagons and kans.