Jungle Fighters - Leadership Unit

“The leader crouched low, pointing toward the rustling undergrowth where the glint of scavenged metal armor and the stench of rotting flesh betrayed the position of their fungal foe. Around him, the four others stood like statues, their weapons steady, eyes cold and calculating, each man a veteran of a hundred jungle hells where fear was a luxury long discarded. The greenskins crude, jury-rigged weapons—salvaged autoguns and jagged blades—clattered as they closed in, their guttural laughter echo