An armored lizard of the apocalypse, straight from the swamps of the radioactive zone. In the world of Boomershooter, he's not just an enemy, he's a walking disaster.
With a torn-off military satchel full of explosives and a mouth perpetually contorted with a malevolent grin, the crocodile bomber stomps around on his clawed paws, wreaking havoc and anarchy. He throws bundles of homemade bombs with such force that the explosions shatter glass in neighboring levels. Sometimes he swells, hisses, and transforms into a living bomb himself, hurling himself into a crowd of enemies (or the player) in the style of a final act of rage.
Vulnerable in the back - except that approaching a two-meter tall armored monster with subversion mania from behind is an idea for the desperate.
The player should stay away, be always on the move and count on the arsenal at hand - because when you hear his trademark hoarse “CRO-BA-DUM!” - the real swamp of fun begins.
