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Somewhere in the Nightingale Forest.
The blood-red eyes of Savage Claw swept around the surrounding cowering gnolls; not a single one dared meet its gaze, but it knew it had to leave this place.
Standing over seven feet tall and weighing 350 pounds, Savage Claw was a giant among gnolls, who averaged around six feet three inches and 200 pounds. Originally, it was the leader of this band of lowland gnolls, and its days had been very comfortable.
But in the recent duel, it had been defeated by another, equally ferocious gnoll.
The victor had emerged from the depths of the Nightingale Forest, a gnoll even stronger than it, towering over seven feet ten inches, with a terrifying strength.
However...
Even though Savage Claw had been defeated, it would not die.
Not because of its opponent's mercy, but because of its own strength.
