Each of those beasts stood nearly twelve feet tall and had bodies that were swollen with dense, knotted muscle rippling beneath thick coats of black, matted fur.
Their arms were as thick as a silverback's, perhaps even bigger, ending in fists the size of boulders, their knuckles studded with stone-like growths. Their faces were half-ape, half-demon, with bulby red noses, massive jaws filled with yellowed tusks, and eyes that glowed a deep, malevolent amber.
Across their shoulders and backs, plates of natural, rocky armor jutted through their fur, giving them the appearance of living fortresses.
"Those," Dane breathed, "are Cragfist Behemoths. They're Level 42. Their hides are armored with mineral deposits they absorb from the rocks they eat. Their fists can shatter steel. And they're territorial to a murderous degree."
"Charming," Kasto squeaked. "Anything else we should know? Do they breathe fire? Shoot lasers from their eyes?"
