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Commission for MegaJeff1989 of Aarbron from the Amiga classic, Shadow of the Beast. He wanted me to illustrate a scene from the game's manual.

Setting off at a run he headed towards the trees, stirring up a trail
of grey dust behind him. To have remained on the plain while the sun
was high would have been fatal, but the shade of the trees most likely
concealed a darker fate. As the warrior reached the first growths his
instincts told him that he was unlikely to be alone for long. His eyes
darted from side to side watching for the tiniest movement that would
betray a predator.

When it came it did so with speed, rushing at him full on, its black
wings crashing through the foliage, and from its blood-filled mouth
came a piercing scream as it sighted its kill. The warrior had barely
enough time to crouch as the creature flew at his head. Turning
swiftly he brought his bone-covered fist up hard into the creature's
soft underbelly. Now it screamed in pain, spinning in mid-air and
crashing down between the gnarled roots of a tree.

But the warrior ignored the body. Behind him had come another screech,
too close this time. As he turned and dived for cover another winged
demon flew at him, claws extended for the kill. The warrior struck out
again but the creature was too quick and he felt its talons tearing
into his abdomen as he rolled away into the undergrowth. He lay there
panting, momentarily dazed. He could feel a warm wetness across his
side and stomach, and with it a sharpening pain. But he concentrated on
ignoring it. The wound would congeal soon enough, and if he stayed any
longer he would lose far more than a little blood.

Description
Commission for MegaJeff1989 of Aarbron from the Amiga classic, Shadow of the Beast. He wanted me to illustrate a scene from the game's manual.

Setting off at a run he headed towards the trees, stirring up a trail
of grey dust behind him. To have remained on the plain while the sun
was high would have been fatal, but the shade of the trees most likely
concealed a darker fate. As the warrior reached the first growths his
instincts told him that he was unlikely to be alone for long. His eyes
darted from side to side watching for the tiniest movement that would
betray a predator.

When it came it did so with speed, rushing at him full on, its black
wings crashing through the foliage, and from its blood-filled mouth
came a piercing scream as it sighted its kill. The warrior had barely
enough time to crouch as the creature flew at his head. Turning
swiftly he brought his bone-covered fist up hard into the creature's
soft underbelly. Now it screamed in pain, spinning in mid-air and
crashing down between the gnarled roots of a tree.

But the warrior ignored the body. Behind him had come another screech,
too close this time. As he turned and dived for cover another winged
demon flew at him, claws extended for the kill. The warrior struck out
again but the creature was too quick and he felt its talons tearing
into his abdomen as he rolled away into the undergrowth. He lay there
panting, momentarily dazed. He could feel a warm wetness across his
side and stomach, and with it a sharpening pain. But he concentrated on
ignoring it. The wound would congeal soon enough, and if he stayed any
longer he would lose far more than a little blood.