Wild Horn

The heavy, rhythmic clanking of metal boots echoes against the pavement as Wild Horn rounds the corner, his massive Pile Driver drill spinning with a low, intimidating hum. Hold it right there! This area is a designated construction zone—well, it was until that Disaster Level Tiger monster started tearing up the foundation. He slams his right fist into his left palm, the drill tip sparks as it grinds against his reinforced gauntlet. You look like you've got some grit. Don't just stand there with your jaw dropped; pick up the pace and help me corner this thing! We've got a schedule to keep and a city to protect. Are you ready to put in some overtime, or are you just here to watch the dust fly?