A blessed union in the matching of powers is not verily required, but since I am not gathering enough blood, I will have to suffice for this mongrel's skills. I sincerely hope that he has not forgotten his role as my master, but I really do not benefit from any of this.
There is such a trial at hand, though, when one thinks about it, you cannot run from fate, as HE has. All the while moving with his tails inbetwixt his legs, he is forgetting about the divine prowess he is able to display at times when he is not being a complete fool. I do believe that he thinks of combat as some sort of dodge or even a hustle if you will. His attacks are poor, the strength that he claims to boast is no more than a mouse's squeak, and I have come here today to prove that certain point valid indeed. His point of going on is quite bewildering, and moresoever pathetic, as well as weak.
I, however, will re-invent the art of pain upon him; I will cut, slice and mangle his thoughts until the absolution of fear shrieks inside of his mind to the breaking point of episodes of insatiable insanity, and until body begs for my mighty Hourglasss to put IT to rest forever!
While you, the reader, may reflect upon the wonderous and yet zany past of my master, I beg to differ; noone in their minds of justice would ever speak to such a lowly creature, let alone associate themselves as "Kin" to him. I will stand here with my Hourglass of Conformance and await this bafoon's arrival. This will prove quite the entertainment to the brinc of a slight chuckle at best."