"Veruk, the Warmonger leader, stands proudly in front of his forces as he watches the plains that will soon become a battlefield. He rubs his wrists remembering the shackles that once stole his freedom, the same shackles that would come off once a day when he was forced to fight as a gladiator, turning the sands red with the blood of beasts and his fellow greenskins to stay alive." "Man flesh!"