World Eaters World Eaters Marine

The XII Legion went to war with implants drilled into their skulls that turn pain into rage and rage into the only state they can hold for long. Angron's sons are the shock troops of the Blood God: no ranged discipline worth speaking of, no interest in objectives, just the shortest line to the nearest throat. This legionary is sculpted to that brief. Heavy plate scarred by centuries of close work, a chainaxe as the defining silhouette, chains and skull trophies hung off the armour, and a stance pitched forward into the charge rather than braced for a firefight. At forty-eight files it is a substantial multi-part kit with the parts count you would expect from a set meant to build a squad rather than a single figure. For players fielding a berserker warband in heroic-scale skirmish games, and for painters who want scarred armour and gore to work with.