Weird other Boy

Greenskin armies run on collective momentum, and this is the figure that channels it: a hunched, wild-eyed psyker who draws raw power out of the mob around him and hurls it at whatever the mob happens to be charging. He is the least dependable member of any warband and, by a distance, the most entertaining one to field. The sculpt sits at the ramshackle end of the greenskin range. Lanky and stooped rather than a slab of muscle, wreathed in the energy he is only just containing, he looks a moment away from doing something catastrophic to his own side as readily as the enemy. In a horde army he gives a mass of near-identical infantry a focal point, and for a painter he is a licence to try something strange with crackling energy effects instead of grinding through another rank of bodies.