You see a hulking man smeared with dried blood, his torn leathers clinging to scarred muscle. Arrows bristle from a crude quiver, and black warpaint streaks his face beneath a shredded hood.
A Cultist Berserker Bowman fights with unhinged zeal, loosing arrows with wild precision even while charging into melee. Clad in ragged leathers, they favor bone-fletched shafts and carry curved knives for close combat when arrows run dry.
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