The Tarrasque

He rose to his feet, his worshippers scattering like insects as he stretched, his armored hide scraping the edges of the cavern as his bulk unfolded from the ground. He grinned even wider, and his eyes glittered evily. "Careful, half-breed. You don't want to sound like you're giving me orders." He said, at once playful and deadly serious. He stalked towards the main entrance, not even bothering to try to hide. He would wait a little out of sight of the main entrance, just enough for them to get into the mines and unable to quickly escape. Then they would deal with the interlopers at leisure.