Those who have nothing to live for, who do not fear death are the most powerfull in battle. No, it is those who have something to live for. The messanger has arrived he came down from off the mountain from his meeting, with the etchings in his grip. He poured it out on You. They say that once you have mastered your art, you transend the tools with wich you began it. That all things are incorperated into your skill. His grip loosens, his sword relaxes, his shield rests against his back. They become less and less a necesatiy as his powers grow. It is supposed that once you have hit the oceans current to fight it is to drown. The churning is his home now the situations that rage. He knows no rest will come. He embraces it, the churning, he will use it to define the battle. Allow their weapons to guide his own into there submission.