McFarlane Toys, a plastic-and-paint empire of galactic proportions, and ever-expanding in their licensing possibilities and acquisitions, has decided to once again return to the rich mythos of Conan for a second wave of powerful figures. Barbarian, Conqueror, King, Psychic to the Stars, inventor of the Pocket Fisherman. If only we mortals could aspire to be such rippling Renaissance Men, able to crush the body of a duckbilled playtpus, one of only three venomous mammals, into a fine fur coat using only our fists and deliver it, still warm, to a member of our extensive harem.
But alas, we dig our graves with knives and forks and video-game blisters, leaving the Herculean he-beasts of yesteryear as things of legend and subjects of emasculating exercise machine commercials. Show me a video of a man hopping off of the latest Gluto-Thruster 9000 device and killing a bear using nothing but his finely honed butt muscles and I'd be sold.
The second take on the Conan saga is series of 5 basic figures, with a deluxe Conan-and-royal-throne set to top it off. In this particular installment, we explore Robert E. Howard's 'The Hour of the Dragon' novel, penned in 1977 as the ONLY Conan novel ever completed by Howard, technically. We've got one chick, two monsters and two warriors, as it true to the McFarlane dispersion of character types, and like the first wave, two of them are even meant to be displayed in fierce battle. Here's how they fare.
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