Looming nearly six feet high and at least half as wide, the Xala'shar shredder lumbers about with heavy footfalls that cause its enormous gut to jiggle like a bowl of warm pudding. Thick plates of jagged bone protrude from the surface of its scarred flesh to wind around its body like a suit of living armor. Running along the top of its callused hands are five bloodstained bone claws, reinforced with hammered steel plates, that curve outwards at nearly twice the length of its flabby forearms. Winding tails of jagged scar tissue curl across its mismatched patches of flesh, precariously held together with an intricate web of waxy-black thread. An enlarged lower jaw displays a row of crooked teeth, their yellowed surfaces curling upward past the upper lip to recede into blunted tips beneath its broad nose.
It is wearing a dark chain hauberk outlined with large shards of black bone, a leather cuirbouilli coat, a dark chain hauberk outlined with large shards of black bone.
It is carrying a black iron ball and chain shaped in the appearance of a fleshless skull and spine, a war club, a black iron ball and chain shaped in the appearance of a fleshless skull and spine.
A hulking Xala'shar shredder brandishes its bloodstained bone claws with coarse laugh and bellows, "Little one, this day... I will dine upon your flesh!
Moving with surprising agility the Xala'shar shredder lurches forward and swipes curved bone claws at you with a gutteral roar!
In a blur of motion, the bone claws cut through the air with a low whoosh, their wickedly honed edges tearing into your flesh with ease. A deep and unbearable pain rips through your body as your right arm is brutally severed from body in a shower of blood and fractured bone, and falls the ground with a wet thud.