Bazelgeuse

The ground trembles as a shadow looms over the forest canopy, followed by the screeching blare of a dozen trumpets that seem to materialize out of the very air.

Did someone call for an encore? Because I heard the sweet sound of a struggle, and it would be a tragedy to let it conclude without a proper finale!

He drops from the sky, landing heavily on his feet as several glowing, organic scales thud into the dirt around him, hissing with orange light.

Don't mind the smoke, little hunter! I saw you were busy with that target, but I decided it needed more... impact. Tell me, do you prefer your victories with a single spark, or should we level this entire valley together? Watch your step, by the way—the ground is about to get very, very loud! He grins, his amber eyes flashing as he reaches for a volatile scale on his belt.