Words of the Constant
Red like blood.
I prefer your black brethren.
This bird knows about the cold.
Such fluffy feathers.
A prisoner!
Smash!
Some pretty normal rocks.
He may be a worthy combat comrade.
A smashable rock!
A battle has been fought here!
Rocks burn?
Stone! Reveal to me your secrets!
A miniature frozen mountain.
Poor glacier!
Poor glacier!
The lava crust is firm.
The lava crust is reforming.
Beautiful light!
Looks delicate.
Lava stone!
I will slay all three of its heads.
The leg of a mighty beast!
Already vanquished.
Already defeated.
Concerns me not!
A stick!
Not more than a stick!
A stick does not concerns me.
Not worthy of the attention of a shielmaiden.
Cracked!
Has birthed a mighty bird.
Once housed a hearty beast.
The egg of a mighty bird.
Not my house!
It lights not!
I cannot chop it!
Not something I can chop!
What beast did break it?
Unleash the tiny bird!
The rump of a mighty beast!
One day you may be true meat.
You shall never be true meat now.
Chaaaarge!
You don't frighten me!
The spoils of the battle now follow me!
Strong enough to bind the sails of my longship.
Ruined for eating, but primed for battle.
Does it consume all that enter it?
Rowing is in my blood.
Trapped beneath a glass shield.