Words of the Constant
Prepare to be slain!
Odin will have you yet!
I'll be back, pigskin!
I let you go this time!
Leggy coward.
Flee, monster! I will return.
A lady ghost.
My victories shall be remembered!
There's a tree hiding within.
Grow strong, young twigs!
I cooked the young tree.
Is there a place in Valhalla for such beasts?
Foe! To battle!
It has unwisely let its guard down.
Adventure is calling.
My head shall cut the air!
A metal worthy of the Sons of Ivaldi.
Bah! There is no meat in here!
It lacks meat!
A meatless living thing!
I will not plant it!
It's red, and a fighter. Just like me!
These crafts had better be good.
This one is not in working order.
Signals the coming of Ragnarok!
Metal beast, you have met your match!
Proof I have conquered an ancient being!
A half-assembled warrior.
The work of Brokkr no doubt.
Open your eyes to look upon your doom!
The severed leg of a metal beast!
Wake, metal beast!
Treasure with a mysterious aura.
Oh! I love a good hunt.
A shieldmaiden has no use for a honey maker!
A great hall for the bug beasts.
There is dankness within!
No venom shall flow through my veins!
Calls upon the mighty bird beast!
Calls off the mighty bird beast.
It no longer lives.
Be you friend or foe?
It has let its guard down.
Let us do battle!
A tiny warrior hides within.
My helm would have sufficed.
Your royal status means nothing to me!
Pales in comparison to the halls of Valhalla.
It will be plundered!
An armor not worthy of a shieldmaiden!