"Ah! The Golden King. The most powerful man in all the world. His great crusade spans time and space- he saved me at my lowest, when I used this weapon to kill those I loved." He slowly let the grip on his trident relax, comforted by the ten remove of the great leader. "He could summon a storm of blades, and deadly in power and in wit." The helmet looked at the woman, keeping its cold black circles trained on her eyes. "What I want- is to win, Become so strong that I will never have to fight again."