The Squighog Boyz are Beast Snaggas who have traded their own two feet for the saddle of a war-squig, a bad-tempered mount of solid muscle, gnashing fangs and stumpy pounding legs. These beasts are barely tamed, kept in line by the constant threat of a good kicking, and they charge into the foe with as much appetite for the fight as their riders.
A mob of Squighogs hits like a runaway train: the boyz level saddlegit-tended lances that burst apart on impact, the squigs bite and trample, and the whole snorting mass punches clean through infantry and light armour before the enemy can bring guns to bear. Some are led by a Nob on a Smasha Squig, a truly enormous brute whose thunderous charge can stave in the side of a tank.
Fast, wild and gleefully violent, the Squighogs range across the battlefield hunting for the juiciest targets, then throw themselves in without a second thought. To ride a squig into battle is a mark of proper Orky hardness, and every rider grips his beast's reins one-handed, weapon high, howling with laughter as the ground blurs beneath them.