The larger the battle, the more closely is the gaze of the Chaos Gods drawn, drinking in the spectacle of slaughter and mayhem. It is an opportunity for Champions of Chaos to catch the eye of their patron, perhaps to be rewarded for their vile actions. However, such rewards are not without risk. Whether their patron god is genuinely pleased or actually intends to punish, the results can be devastating. The Champion, and sometimes their entire warband, may be granted more and more "gifts" of mutation — claws, horns, tentacles, scales, vestigial wings, extra limbs, eyes, mouths and even heads — all in the space of minutes. Soon all that remains is a tide of mindless Spawn, a mass of writhing flesh rushing at the foe with no thought remaining but the bitter desire to destroy.