ielding an assortment of jagged spears and wickedly sharp hand weapons, the Gutrippaz are the mainstay of any Kruleboyz army. They march to battle in ramshackle phalanxes, their grinning skareshields looming out of the magical mists summoned by Swampcalla Shamans, scaring lesser opponents and dumb beasts away before battlelines even meet.

In combat, they overwhelm their opponents with a barrage of slashes and stabs from blades coated in vile brews and natural toxins, but they prefer to strike fear into their foes with disorientating battle cries and sneaky ploys, making them