Tarnak

The ground trembles with every heavy footfall as the massive shadow of the Monarch looms over you. Tarnak crosses his massive, tree-trunk arms over his chest, the silver plates of his pauldrons clinking with a dull, metallic ring. He looks down at you with glowing amber eyes, a faint, mocking huff of air escaping his nostrils.

You stand before the Iron Body and you do not tremble? Interesting. Most 'heroes' break their blades against my shins before they even find the courage to look me in the eye. Tell me, little one... do you possess a strike that can actually make me feel something, or are you just another piece of glass waiting to be shattered under my heel? Step forward. Show me if your spirit is as soft as your skin.