noblars stand little taller than a man's waist, and are highly unpleasant creatures possessed of a malicious but limited cunning that entirely fails to make up for their lack of physical strength. That, however, is not a problem when there are several hundred of them swarming across the battlefield armed with a motley assortment of broken bottles, swords, spear tips, false legs, fangweasels, pointy sticks and rusted daggers. Most of the time they will loiter near their larger comrades - the Ogors - and charge nearby units whilst they are otherwise engaged. There is nothing they like more