Finn mac Cu Mara
From out the ether comes a keening roar. A huge, stocky man, pale of skin and wild of beard and hair, steps from thin air. The wild man is clad in little more than a saffron robe and belt, and hoists a shield and an axe. He glares at his foes.
WHO THE HELL D'YE THINK YE ARE!?
WHO THE HELL D'YE THINK YE ARE!?