Unbalanced

"No, I wont be letting you touch my flesh today. You may be able to talk but you're still a Raised One."

There is another rumble, and faintly, the sound of shouting. A thin, piercing whistle rips through the air briefly.

"If you intend to try and stop me, then do so. But I must go now or I will miss the chance for victory, bittersweet as it is."