If this follower can be targeted by enemy effects, your opponent can only target this follower.
Last Words: Deal 2 damage to a random enemy follower.
Bleurgh. Don't look at me like that—you'll infect me with your hope-cooties. You know what? You, your meager futures... I'm crushing them all!
(Same as the unevolved form.)
A tentacle forged of 100% cruel steel. It smites Mother Earth by darting over Her face, spreading calamity as if to mimic the fauna of Her grand creation. She resists its spite, but there is no love it cannot rend.