Operation Arid Soil : Part Twelve

A cow-sized, lizard-like creature stomped its feet down, its entire body covering in jagged horns, moving from side to side whilst presenting some sort of false head situated right behind the back of its actual one, all the while aggressively squirting blood of its eyes at the creatures threatening it.

The undeads were not impressed by the defence mechanisms being employed by the big lizard, the beast wasn't willing to attack them, wasn't willing to turn tail and make a run for it, but its physical defences were actually rather impressive, and strikes from weapons just bounced right off.

"This species would make for fine war beasts, any more of them in sight?" the elite mage asked, the scouts that were just approaching shaking their heads negatively.