And so my legend begins. Never in the long history of the Earth has there ever been a battle more in the bag than this one. Through conflict, one's nature is revealed. My stones alight. Harsh rebuke. A spirited chase. You should run. I will get blood from this stone. Rumble roll. Balderdash! Caught you. Where do you think you're going? Set in stone. My spirit is in harmony. I till the soil of your flesh. Your flesh is soft. Your Spirit weak. Your gold commends me. Curb your excesses. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Like a beaten blade, I come back sharper.