Predator

The Predator is a dragon of black pleats — the Profane province’s whole air force folded into a single terrible animal. It spits gouts of burning pitch at anything that walks or flies: each gout lands hard and leaves its victim alight, bleeding health for seconds after the dragon has already turned its head to the next target. Ruinously expensive, slow to fold, and worth every sheet — a war unto itself.

Where the Pious spread their air power across Planes, Pelicans and Paratroopers, the Profane concentrate theirs. The Predator is 600 HP of flying siege monster that needs no Port, no rearming, and no escort doctrine — it is printed at the Pitch Priory and simply goes where the burning should happen. The bill is proportionate: a small army’s worth of Paper and a river of Pitch, three fold slots, and the longest fold time in the game.

Strategy

One Predator is a flying front line. Its clinging burn makes it disproportionately cruel to massed infantry — gouts plus after-burn will gut a clumped push — and since it strikes air and ground alike, it doubles as your heavy anti-air, running down bombers and transports that lesser folds can’t answer. Use its speed to be wherever the enemy is weakest: torch a worker line, melt a forward tower, then swing home to catch a counterattack in the open.

Its counters are specific and worth memorizing. Dedicated anti-air — a Plasma Pulse Projector grid or a wisp of Prop Poppers — trades far below the dragon’s cost, and losing a 40-second, 360-resource fold to a 45-Paper interceptor is how Profane players go bankrupt. Scout the airspace first, commit the dragon second. And bring a Paster if the enemy fields fire of their own — a burning dragon is an expensive candle.