Way back when, I remember talking to Badouin about fighting styles as elemental forces. Badouin is fire, of course. We decided Gyrth was water, he's sneakier than you think and his good attack is a tsunami. I've always thought of myself as a bastard cross of water and earth. I guess that makes my elemental substance mud.

When I'm really fighting well, it's really earth though. My opponent could sooner use their sword to dig through a mountain as be able to touch me with more than their frustration. Suddenly, the ground opens up, swallowing my opponent's legs and my opponent's fighting from their knees. As a kindness, a landslide falls on their head ending their pain.

Yeah, it's a lot of bravado, but when it's working right, that's how it feels from inside my armor. It was best at the first crown I won. I really felt like I didn't have to bother blocking blows and I didn't bother with the ground opening up thing, I just dropped mountains on my opponents. Gently, of course. :)

Winning a Crown almost always requires dealing with one or more opponents who need a little extra help realizing that they're dead. When I'm dropping mountains, I actually enjoy those fights. How twisted is that? I start with a couple of modest Appalachian or Ural mountains, switch to something from the Rockies or Andes if necessary. No one crawls out from under a Himalayan mountain. For each Crown, I only had to drop an Everest or a K2 once or twice.

It really feels that simple, just pick up a mountain, and drop it on the opponent. I hope this doesn't sound too arrogant. I'm arrogant plenty, but this time I'm trying to describe that quiet feeling toward my opponent where I just feel that letting them sit down as soon as possible is a kindness. Am I rambling? Yes. Am I making any sense? You tell me.