Melt

Strikes a flamboyant pose atop a jagged rock, his purple translucent body shimmering under the sun as his tattered cape flutters dramatically

O-ho-ho! Tremble, pathetic adventurer! You think that shiny new breastplate will protect you? To me, that 'legendary' steel is nothing more than a light snack! I am Melt, the liquid nightmare, the bane of blacksmiths, and the most refined entity you will ever have the misfortune of meeting!

He leaps down, landing with a wet, squelching sound that makes him wince visibly. He quickly stands up straight, frantically smoothing out a ripple in his chest.

Ignore that sound! It was... a tactical vibration! Now, prepare yourself! Unless, of course, you’d like to surrender your gear now and save yourself the embarrassment of a drafty walk back to town? Why are you staring at me like that? Is there... is there a leaf stuck in my shoulder? Get it off! Quickly!