vile creature, a product of the sewers and back alleys. His miniature captures a moment of pure fury: his mouth is wide open in a threatening scream, revealing long, sharp fangs. His clothing is what remains of light armor or tattered rags, torn to expose scarred and diseased skin. He bears no weapons, as his attack relies solely on his long, venomous claws. His eyes, small and beady, reflect a deranged malice. His low, crouched pose, ready to pounce and tear, is perfect for an elusive, savage villain who fights with desperate ferocity.