[i]Oh dear titans with your strikes, and warlocks with your spells, who think you can do what you like, and seem to try and do it well. We hunters mock your constant prattle, about your punches and your flashes. It's great that you make foe bones rattle, and can turn the earth to living ashes. But we hunters have skills of our own, and hide in corners far and wide. With guns blazing, pain we've sown, by our knives have our enemies died. When a titan falls in the ring, it is a hunter's knife in his back. And when a warlock fails to sing, it is due to a bladedancing attack. From shadow or mountain we fight, never to rest when you sleep. Until the day we've restored the light, we'll have too many promises to keep.[/i]