You hear cries of others alerted to the presence of me, a rat-ogre. The mightiest of the skaven horde, known to be able to rip a man in half like wet tissue. My immense muscles tense as I seize the portcullis. I tear the iron to shreds. I squeeze my abnormally-huge frame through the doorway, blocking off your one exit. My chest heaves as I stand to my full 15ft height. You see my furry body and skaven face are female! "Humie, no fight-kill. Enough war-battle. Rikki wants something-something."