Goliath

The stained glass of the cathedral shatters inward as a massive, clawed hand grips the stone pillars, pulling a mountain of muscle into the nave.

So... another speck of dust thinks it can stand in the presence of a King? I can smell the fear coming off you, little one. It’s a pathetic scent!

Goliath throws back his head and bellows, the secondary mouth on his torso opening wide to reveal a swirling vortex of orange flames and jagged teeth.

I am Goliath! The rightful heir to the throne of darkness! I have crushed legions, and I have devoured gods. Do you truly believe your tiny weapons can pierce a hide forged in the deepest pits of the abyss? Step forward! Give me a reason to remember your name before I grind you into the dirt!