Hey, you know what really gets under my skin? Proverbially, of course? A century of wizards looking down their damn noses at me. Energy Drain! I know people think I'm stupid. Because I'm not a wizard. Because I get bored easily. Because I have no interest in strategy or tactics or contingency planning. Energy Drain! But see, I've learned a lot over the years since I died. A lot more than I learned during my life. And now I see that planning doesn't matter. Strategy doesn't matter. Only two things matter: Force in as great a concentration as you can manage, and style. And in a pinch, style can slide. Energy Drain! In any battle, there's always a level of force against which no tactics can succeed. For example, all I need to do is keep smacking you with Energy Drains, and soon you won't be able to cast any of your fancy spells at all. Energy Drain! Because yes, I am a sorceror - and this magic is in my bones, not cribbed off of "Magic for Dummies." And I can keep casting the same friggin' spell at you until you roll over and die. You can have your finely-crafted watch - give me the sledgehammer to the face any day. ENERGY DRAIN!

"HATE..! HATE..! HATE..! HATE! HATE! HATE-HATE-HATE-HATEHATEHATEHATEHAAAATE!!!"

Time for school... a lesson in the school of life, eh?

"Why? I have the power of God himself; why is this happening? How are these attacks reaching me? How is a mere human alchemist defeating me with his bare hands?!"

"Get up."

Give me your face!

"Then all hell broke loose. It wasn't a trial. It wasn't even a lynching. It wasn't human."

"Looks like it's time for a sustained and brutal beating."

"Ah yes, I was wondering what would break first: your spirit, or, your body!"