These guys have no idea, where my true power lays.
One of my spectacular arms has the strange of six muscular soldiers.
With each six hands holding a razor-edge sword, it's no wonder why they never take their sights away from my fearful arms.
They are right to do this. But they still don't know what my most valuable weapon is, until it's too late for them.
As strong and powerful as they are, they aren't worth nothing without my intellect.
For a warrior without thought isn't worth his salt.
