Keep your belt, Reaver. I don't want it.
What you want is a universal championship.
What I want, is your pride.
When last we fought, it seemed that time bent and space moved.
There are parts of this earth that have yet to recover from our terrible clash.
This new battle, will shake the pillars of the universe itself.
We shall meet when the moon is high.
We will call down death from the sky.
And when you stare into the iron-blue intention of my deathless eyes,
when you face the music itself,
will you submit to your Fate,
or will you be the last man standing?