The five Greenskins first walked slowly down the hill for a dozen or so steps. Then, each took a deep breath, their lungs expanding and chests swelling, before they roared in unison:
"WAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAGH!"
"WAAAGH!!!!"
"WAAAGH!!"
"WAAAGH--!!!"
Having shouted their battle cry and boosted their fighting strength, the five Greenskins charged down from the not-so-tall hill at full speed.
From afar, they looked like five green boulders rolling down a slope, charging straight toward the village occupied by a pack of twisted Chaos monsters at nearly forty kilometers per hour, kicking up a trail of dust along the way.
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More than ten seconds later, at the very edge of the village, a Chaos Native finally noticed the commotion and looked up in shock.
He was a mutant, perhaps once a human from this planet. But now, after being corrupted by the chaotic energies of the Warp, although he had been relatively fortunate enough to retain his basic form and sanity, his soul and most of his flesh had long since been eroded beyond recognition.
At this point, rather than a man, he looked more like a beast struggling at the brink of decay—or perhaps a monster?
In any case, corrupted by the powers of the Warp and Chaos, with his soul twisted by the torment of some terrifying existence, he could no longer be considered human.
"Rrroooar--!"
So, upon seeing the Greenskin players charging toward him, he neither felt fear nor raised an alarm. Instead, he let out a series of threatening, rumbling roars and slowly hunched himself upright, intending to fight back.
Yet even standing up, he remained hunched over. He was only around one meter seventy tall, far shorter than the Greenskins, though his body was nearly as wide as theirs.
That was not because he was