The dust from the tectonic impact had barely begun to settle when the figure in the crater stood up.
He didn't rise slowly or dramatically. He simply uncoiled from the shattered asphalt with a terrifying, coiled tension. He was eight feet tall, pushing five hundred pounds of sheer, compacted mass. He wielded a comically massive Earth Hammer that looked like a forged engine block bolted to a steel girder.
As he stepped out of the crater, the black tactical wrappings concealing his head tore away. He exhaled a thick cloud of condensation into the freezing air, revealing the grotesque reality of P.A.C.I.F.I.C.'s biological splicing.
His skin wasn't human; it was a dense, purplish composite that looked like polished obsidian glass. His eyes were bloodshot pools of solid red. His jaw unhinged with a wet, popping sound, revealing rows of jagged, serrated shark teeth. He was a pure, spliced carnivore.
