Words of the Constant
I shall lay waste to my enemies with the weapon of Poseidon!
Toys do not interest a great warrior such as I.
A token of victory.
A warrior encased in armor. I'm told its name is "Hal."
Remnants of Ms. Wicker's summons? Truly a fierce woman.
A small, peculiar woman.
Tea is a luxury that warriors cannot afford.
A noble fighter.
A noble fighter.
A poor weapon.
I must mentor the young one in battle strategy.
A useless toy.
Accompaniment for my ballad of triumphs.
Finally, a safe weapon with which to spar with my new allies.
Cooking utensils do not interest me.
It won't stand up to the rigors of battle.
Not as useful as a battle horn.
Grant me luck on the battlefield!
Perhaps the stench will drive the enemy away.
My allies will appreciate the survival training I've bestowed.
This weak, flimsy wire reminds me... I must toughen Maxwell up!
Even the feeble can wage mighty battle upon the board.
Even the feeble can wage mighty battle upon the board.
Even my spear cannot undo this knot.
Tis not a unicorn.
Tis not a unicorn.
Reveal mine destiny, oh great fates!
The creature has been forever imprisoned upon the ring.
Begone, foul magic!
'Twas a poison, most assuredly.
Evidence of the undead. Stay wary, my allies!
For warding off Loki's minions.
There is a tiny world trapped within!
To arms! The gauntlet has been thrown down!
A small, peculiar man.
I have no use for such things.
Perhaps some sort of elixir lies within?
Tis no foe worthy of I.
What manner of creature be this?
It has fallen in battle.
What stories might you tell, trapped spirit?
Tis a suspicious contraption!
Will it take me to Asgard?
Useless technology.
No time for games! I must train my new allies!
It would make an okay weapon in a pinch.
No decent armor could be made with these.
By the gods, that fishbowl's ablaze!
Tis naught but cinders.
I will stand victorious!