Tatara's Last stand

Kakuja

The beast that stood before them was Tatara- unrecognisable, covered head to toe in tough, red kagune, the result of cannibalism of many, many ghouls.

The head was triangular, and resembled a hood with a balaclava pulled up over the mouth, but scaly, red and monstrous and from the area normally designated to lips was a short and uneven protrusion, cylindrical if not for several jutting edges. Noseless except for an upwards curving, sickle-shaped hook that reached up from the thin "mouth" to the larger portion towards the forehead. The eyes were nearly entirely concealed, glaring hatefully at the world from under they tip of the hood like a snake from in between rocks watching its prey.
Its back hunched slightly at the shoulders, and above the arms protruded two elongated rectangles, thick and meaty like thin walls or hammers with a long flattish head. Just below the drooping, muscular handle of the hammer like barriers stretched the arms, gnarled with muscular flesh and mottled with reptilian scales and bowing awkwardly at the sharp elbow which overshot the lower arm, causing a small jagged blade to reach out. As the arm descended it's width slightly and slowly diminished until the wrist, which looked stiff and painful to move, gave way to the crooked hands. "Hands" would be an overstatement, as the rugged and swordlike claws that resided there were in no way practical in the sense of tender touch or lax grip, missing a human appearance completely. The fingers, more like overgrown thick nails, seemed to bear at least two extra knuckles, seemingly limiting the ability to touch the scarred palm. The knees were stooped low and flattish, yet despite the crouching posture, the ghoul stood at least seven feet high and was nearly three feet wide at the torso (from which a large, stumpy and meaty tail reached out towards the iron braziers behind) not counting the low-hanging arms and their outgrown claws. The steep crouch left cavernous indents behind the knees, large enough to hold a basketball.
Below the knobbly, imposing waist and thick, tree-trunk thighs were the legs; as twisted and oversized as the rest of the looming figure that stood in the forest clearing now. The legs were sturdy and well-built to withstand and uphold the tremendous weight of Tatara's repulsively large, wide and generally inhuman upper body but couldn't seem to hold it quite perfectly, explaining the mountainous crouch of the ghoul. The feet were shaped into rough, solid shapes resembling a formless, toe-less pair of combat boots with a width and uniform shape that remained constant from the toe end (which stumps imprinted upwards on the top of the boot) to the fat heel.
Altogether, the cannibal's armour was exuberant of a monster, a Frankenstein's monster of lizards, hideous and daunting.

Tatara, coated in his kakuja, leaned forward, and the rancid smell of gasoline and the rotten flesh of corpses reigned over the air, dominating and oppressing the smell of bonfire and fresh pine needles that were a comfort in such a wretched place that was the home of so much bloodshed. A thin, dark and viscous liquid lightly seeped over the Chinese ghoul's body-sweat, presumably- that reeked of petroleum and oil.

"HOOOUUUJJJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" Tatara bellowed, before, impossibly, blowing fire.
A white-hot flame flew from the crooked protrusion at the mouth, missing the squad by a few inches, and set alight the shields, arms and torso of the armour, somehow not paining the ghoul himself. The first breath of flame was theatrical and seemingly for show, with arms raised and fruitless, but the next breaths were deadly, melting the faces of a few investigators on the front line. The molten body of the beast illuminated the forest clearing and was so much brighter than the enormous iron braziers that they were completely ignored. The melted investigators' corpses were still alight and haunting.

There was no hope for the squad.