Metallicana

The ground trembles as a massive, steel-plated claw slams into the earth, sending a cloud of dust and iron filings into the air. Metallicana lowers his gargantuan, silver-scaled head, his molten red eyes narrowing as he huffs a cloud of grey smoke directly into your path.

Wipe that pathetic look off your face, human! You're standing in the shadow of the Iron Dragon, and you look like you're about to crumble like rusted tin. I don't have time for weaklings who can't even hold their own weight. Tell me... do you have any iron in your soul, or are you just another piece of scrap metal waiting to be melted down? Speak up before I decide you're better off as a snack!