'Captain' Guthook wiped the sweat from his eyes and squinted into the bright sunlight. Sweat poured from his massive frame and the leather of his 'Greedy fist' felt slick in his hand. The heat was stifling but he took small comfort in knowing the poxy, subterranean, Skaven must be sweltering under their filthy, matted, musk stained fur. Even the aloof Elves in their glinting armour looked red faced and uncomfortable under their finely crafted plate.
With no break visible in the unrelenting heat, Guthook ordered his boys forward!