Squad Fury
You know, you've been laboring at this a long time. I could help you know. Say the word.
Not now Skull, I've been wrestling this ork for what seems like forever. Problem is he's a strong as I am, and we're both trying our hardest to not get stabbed more. Sure I could sheathe and unsheathe the Intoxicator to use it like a stabbing knife, but that'll probably piss him off more.
So, what's your play? Drop the Iron Arm, take a stab to the chest and blow his brain out with your boltgun? Stare lovingly into his eyes, caress his face, start a loving relationship, have a house, 5 kids, a few fleshhounds, maybe a squig...
Nope, figured this out. It's going to be explosive and painful, but so worth it in the overkill category.
And with the Corvus had his grand and terribly stupid play. Using the Intoxicator to pour pure ryncol out of the blade and into the orcs innards, hopefully filling him just enough to cause the chain reaction he wanted, and maybe getting him drunk enough to weaken up a bit. For the time they'd been wrestling he was sure the ork was rambling on about krumping and waaghing, but he'd honestly tuned it out. Now was the time for glorious action.
"Hey squig breath. Burn."
And with that Corvus released the Iron Arm, going straight into his Molten Beam, firing it up into the ork's face from the arm he was resisting with, and directly into the ork's ryncol filled side with his sword hand. It might hurt to get stabbed in the chest by an ork, but hell, that's what redundant organs are for.