Razorgors are monstrous wild boars warped by the touch of Chaos into something far larger and far more vicious than any natural beast. Slab-muscled, iron-tusked, and perpetually enraged, they are near-impossible to tame; the beastmen who field them do not so much command them as point them at the enemy and stand well clear.
Once a Razorgor charges, little in the realms can stop it. It builds to a terrible momentum, lowering its tusks and ploughing headlong through whatever stands in its path, tossing armoured warriors aside like straw and trampling the fallen into red ruin. Even grievously wounded, the beast fights on in a mindless fury, too stupid and too furious to know that it should die. Beastherds prize them precisely for this unstoppable savagery, loosing them ahead of the warherd as living battering rams, and if a few handlers are gored in the doing, that is a price the braytribes pay gladly. A single Razorgor at full tilt can break a formation that would have held against a hundred spears.
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