Orc Boyz

Orc Boyz are the green tide in its purest form: mobs of slab-muscled brutes packed shoulder to shoulder, each carrying whatever jagged mass of iron he has decided to call a choppa. They do not drill, they do not march in step, and they do not stop. A mob of boyz advances like a rockslide with opinions, and what it hits, it buries.

Fighting is not merely what orcs do; it is what they are. An orc that wins battles literally grows (taller, broader, greener) until he is big enough to take his own mob, then his own tribe. Every legendary warboss in greenskin history started as a boy in a mob like this one, which is why no orc ever hangs back from a scrap. Ambition, for a greenskin, is measured in scars.