CURSE YOU ARKVELD!
I HEREBY VOW!
YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY!
BEHOLD, A TRUE MONSTER HUNTER!
YOUR FEAR MADE FLESH!
SOLID OF SCALE YOU MIGHT BE, FOUL WYVERN...
BUT I WILL RIDDLE WITH WOUNDS YOUR SILVER HIDE!
WITH THE STRIKES OF MY GREATSWORD!
WITH EVERY LAST DROP OF MY BEING!