Man-skewer Boltboyz haul crossbows built to orruk logic: if a bolt the size of a fence post kills a knight straight through his shield, why fire anything smaller? Working in loose mobs from mist and ambush, they thin an advancing enemy with slow, punching volleys of venom-slathered bolts that treat armour as a suggestion.
Boltboyz are craftsmen by Kruleboyz standards, endlessly fussing over tension, fletching and poison blends wheedled out of the swamp-shamans. Each keeps a private tally of best kills, and arguments over whose bolt actually dropped which hero have ended more Boltboyz careers than enemy action ever has.
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