Armor is for the weak and the cowards. The only purpose it serves is to drag you down and have you get hit more. And harder. When you’re fast, every weapon merely grazes you as you pulverize people into dust.

I’m insane, you say. How so, I ask. I’m badmouthing armor as if it was a chain on my neck, you say. Imagine, I answer, that you’re fleeing from something and you’re wearing armor. It makes you slower, and the only way to flee is to throw it all away, unchaining yourself. And since you’re faster you can apply more momentum to your attacks, further proving the fact that armor is nothing more than a ballast that’s also an unreliable shield.

What’s that red gem on my mace, you ask? It’s my workaround to armor, and it repairs my flying machine every time I hit something with the flail. And why am I even using a flail, you ask? Because a Sickle is easier to swing, is heavier than your ordinary flail, and has a longer chain, allowing for shattering blows while maintaining a good distance.

Oh, that flair on my flying machine? I got it by ascending in ranks. And that involves better than average fighting skill. And no, it does not weigh me down. It’s silk, not crude iron.

Crown? Are you blind? That’s my badge. You have never seen a badge, have you? Do you know what’s the seventh even prime number? I don’t. It doesn’t exist you idiot.

That’s it, I’m tired of your presence, get out.