Centaur Warrunner

Hurts us both.

You may rise from your ashes, but I wouldn't recommend it.

Your strength was worthy.

It is not pride I take in my own power, it is passion.

Each death, a masterwork.

Death runs.

Oh yes, sweet sings my blade.

I don't always wear a saddlebag, but when I do, I put this one in it.

Enchantress, what a sight you are, after all these freaks.

Enchantress, let us run together.

My steel thirsts.

A killing pace.

Shatter-bones.

Oh, yes, fear my hoofbeats.

A cloven skull for the cloven hooved.

Ah Magnus, the world shall shake at the trample of our hooves.