[i]"You speak as if you know me, warrior of flame. You speak as if you have endured the same pain I have, not greater or less, but the same. You speak as if you were my keeper, my brother and myself all in one. But you are not. Are you angry at me in this form, Wolf of God? Good. Let that hatred course through you as it coursed through my own veins... Let your flames be fuelled by apathy, lest it burn further."[/i] His voice is gravelly and distorted through the metal, as if his entire throat had been scorched by fire. His words radiated from the armour itself, everything he said emanating from the engraved plates of burnt ceramic. [i]"My name was Cobalt Phoenix. I lived, loved, and died for this place. And when I returned from death's cold grasp, I was greeted with the same cold indifference. I was then exiled by my own people for trying to reignite the true spirit of the Dojo. Hell, you say? There is no Hell, no true Hell we live in other than the life we live. And if there is no Hell, there is no God. No God, no angels, no demons. Only man, no matter how powerful or how weak, man and his delusions. Man and his ideas of higher power, for when man is faced with higher power, they either seek to worship it..."[/i] The flames around him brighten as they feed of of Fenrir's scorn for Phoenix's form, their whispering intensifying - yet the Wolf of God could not understand their words. [i]"... Or fear it."[/i] The Hateful Phoenix holstered his grenade launcher and sheathed his sword as something much more thick begins to form in his hand. A classic acoustic guitar, inscribed like the Phoenix's armour with words that could not be understood, words written in magma. [i]"Would you like to see the true power of the Dojo, Wolf of God? Not the stagnant corpse it has become, but its true spirit vested in my dead bosom. A fire long reduced to cinders but willing to be set aflame once more. This is the power of the Dojo's dead past, Wolf of God."[/i] Strumming a single cord, cobalt flames began to swirl rapidly around Phoenix, tightening into much more concentrated swathes of heat...