Zvehm was roughly 2.1 meters in height. He wore a hairy red tunic made from bloodhound will that covered his lower body, while his pale muscular chest and massive arms were left bare.
Like his moniker suggested, a giant hammer made from hardened blood hung on his shoulder, which he haughtily walked around with.
His jaw was square, eyes crimson, while unkempt jet-black hair fell behind his back.
With large steps, he trodded down the mountain slope and headed straight towards the forest.
Silently, the group pursued.
With their presences hidden, it wasn't possible for Zvehm to know he was being trailed.
Three hours passed.
The Red Hammer found a group of corrupted hyenas, his pale lips cracking to a wicked smile.
One after the other, thunderous bangs and booms resounded through the small forested area.
Zvehm had shattered the hyena's skulls one after the other, brain matter and viscera splattering across the bloodied trees.
