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You stare into his eyes and wonder if ever there was a more intense or focused mind at work. How can such a creature stare straight through you, stare into your core and find the very thing within you that makes you weak. You stare into his green pools and realize that only one word can best be used to describe him; predator. Always the hunter, never the hunted. The definition of intensity stares back at you, eyes shimmering, bristling blue quills stand on end as he smells your fear. Smallest of the Eliminators, largest in killer instinct. Never has he backed down form a challenge, never has he feared an enemy. The greater the fear, the more vindictive he becomes. The more steadfast the challenger, the more enraged he becomes. Any lack of fear in his presence is almost too much for him to take. How can one NOT fear him? In time they all fear him. Yes, smallest of the Eliminators, and yet, not a one of them instills sheer terror, primal fear like he does. No beast is his equal, no creature strong enough to endure him. He is the nightmare of beasts, killer of those foolish enough to oppose him. The more you resist, the angrier he becomes. Smallest of the Eliminators, who would guess the ferocity with which he could tear you apart. Limbs severed in a sea of crimson pleasure. Pain is what he delivers, pain is what he enjoys giving to others. His gift to you. Resist if you wish, but know it serves but a single purpose, to anger him further. Always the first to be attacked by larger foes, who would guess his quills could easily slide through your flesh, who would guess that of the Eliminators, he fights with the greatest single burst of primal intensity. His life is the hunt of his prey. The bigger they are, the more blood he enjoys. Nothing excites him more than a red splash against his body. But to resist, to fight back, to be so bold as to show him no fear... That is a deathwish. You WILL fear him, and one way or the other, your blood WILL be on his taloned claws...
To be afraid is to die without mercy, to challenge him is to suffer and pray for death to find you...
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Stats
Name: Ferrol
Height: 70 Meters
Weight: 50,000 metric tons
Powers: Ferrol is one of the most intense creatures the Nebulans have ever created. He does not halt his assault on his enemies for any reason, his viciousness and fearless attitute attributed to the Anguirus DNA spliced into his genetic make-up. Ferrol's most natural weapon is his own body, which is covered almost completely in sharp quills that can puncture a thirty foot block of titanium before showing any signs of wear. Ferrols fingers thamselves end in claws sharper and stronger than his body quills. they can slice through both metal and stone, and have never been broken. Two long and thick black spines protrude from Ferrol's shoulders. These can be pulled from their holdings and used as an offensive weapon by Ferrol himself. The spines can not only be used in close up encounters, but can be hurled at enemies. Once the spines leave Ferrol's hands the beast has the ability to control their actions, much like Trajan's control over his shoulder buzz saws. Ferrol can also help summon tremendous amounts of power with the other Eliminators.
