Mighty Skullcrushers pair the Blood God's proven killers with his cruellest gift: the juggernaut, a daemon-beast of living brass and boiling ichor that exists somewhere between warhorse, battering ram, and furnace. When a wedge of Skullcrushers charges home, the result is less a manoeuvre than a geological event — the earth shudders, the line ceases to exist, and the survivors on either side simply start running.
Claiming a juggernaut is itself an act of worship. The would-be rider must break the beast with bare hands and boundless fury, for a juggernaut respects nothing except a rage greater than its own. Most aspirants are gored, trampled, or bitten in half. Those who succeed are never wholly sane afterwards — which, among the Bloodbound, is considered a promotion.