“The Weaver had turned himself into an urhaalgar.  Or, at least, a creature that looked something like an urhaalgar. Most of the urhaalgars Ridmark had fought were short, spindly creatures, shorter than even Jager, their thin limbs covered with spines. The thing that the Weaver had become stood seven feet tall, his limbs heavy and thick with muscle, spines jutting from his limbs as long as daggers, their edges serrated, his flesh covered with glistening black scales. A scorpion’s tail rose over the Weaver’s spiked shoulders, the stinger dripping with venom.  It was exactly the kind of creature Ridmark would not have wanted to fight in an enclosed space. ”