Gore-gruntas are the Ironjawz notion of cavalry: take the nastiest boar-beast in the realms, bolt armour to it, and put an orruk on top with a spear-length gore-hacka and no concept of restraint. A gore-grunta charge arrives as a single rolling crash of tusk, iron and appetite, and what it leaves of a battle line rarely reforms.
Gruntas are foul-tempered, iron-hided and permanently hungry, which is exactly why the Ironjawz adore them. Riders and mounts bond over shared priorities (running fast, hitting hard, and eating whatever stops moving), and veteran pairs learn to hunt together with an instinct that looks almost like teamwork. Almost.
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