From the Book of Endmaster 17:12-18
12. Out of his eyes flame burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out, not in a figurative way, but actually.
13. Out of his nostrils goeth a thick smoke, as out of a seething pot or cauldron, redolent of clove and allspice.
14. Yea, the vapors of his breath on a frosty morn kindleth coals, and a blue flame goeth out of his mouth.
15. In his lats and traps remaineth strength, and joy is turned into sorrow before him, excepting when joy would be the more appropriate, in which case vice versa.
16. His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, meaning one of the hard stones, not talc or sandstone, but a serious stone, you know what I mean.
17. When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid, and to clarify, afraid of him. They were not afraid before.
18. In conclusion, any sword that striketh or stabeth or seeketh to swingeth at him cannot be withthtood: not the spear, or the trident, or the bec de corbin, or the glaive, or verily even the glaive-guisarme.