Orc Boar Boyz

Orc Boar Boyz are the closest the greenskins come to heavy cavalry: big Orcs astride bigger war boars, squat and foul-tempered brutes all muscle, bristle, and yellowed tusk. Neither rider nor mount is much good at stopping once pointed in a direction, which suits the Boar Boyz perfectly, for their entire art of war is to build up a head of thunderous momentum and arrive. The boars gore and trample of their own vicious accord, half-maddened by the din and the smell of blood, while the Orcs on their backs swing choppas and bellow the name of Gork. A mob of Boar Boyz at the charge can shatter a shield-wall that would have held against the foot-sloggers all day, and the boars are as likely to keep chewing through the enemy as the Orcs are. Warbosses prize them, ride them, and squabble endlessly over the biggest and meanest beasts in the pen.