“Hark!” Cries a voice from the audience. “His foe cometh! THE MOLE-MAN cometh!”
A claw rises from the cold unfeeling Earth, -this- close to skewering Danger Fontaine’s prancing foot. The crowd collectively gasps.
“THE MOLE-MAN!” Cry some. “MOLE-MAN!” Cry others. Proper noun or not, verily, one may confirm by mere careless observation this to be true, Mr. -MAN cometh.
How did he know where to emerge? How do MOLE-MEN navigate the surface from beneath it? So many questions that will soon, surely, have answers - further, what do MOLE-MEN look like? Who invited one here? Do they ever suffocate down in the dirt? He hasn’t moved since breaching the surface with the one claw.
Hopefully MOLE-MAN is okay.