Achlys and Typhon, fabled Sabre Lions of The Kyrios.

These monstrous beasts are feared by friend and foe alike. Taking commands only from their master, Achlys and Typhon stand at his side, ready to be sent ahead of the armies as a vanguard sowing fear into the enemy.

These however are no ordinary Sabre Lions. Twisted like their master, they enjoy stalking their prey, drinking in the terror they instill. Taunting scouts and advance troops of the enemy, picking them off one by one until the last soldier remains.

Once the fear is palpable they reveal themselves, blood smeared upon their muzzles and tatters of torn flesh upon their massive curved upper canine teeth.

The final chase begins. Their victim screaming, they harry the poor unfortunate soul, always on their heels constantly pushing.

Escape is futile, death is envitable, but Achlys and Typhon do love an audience, and just as hope seems within grasp, the soldier is torn apart before the onlooking army.