[i]I curl up midair as I reach the Zenith of my flight, and begin to glow with a deep golden light, falling at immense speeds that you could not prepare for, and grab your arm and flip you over, then kick you in the face before thrusting backwards, a wake of dust in my trail as my armor, though burned up and tarnished, with the eyepieces flickering, begins to glow a faint blue, with it getting brighter with every passing moment. A faint whir is heard, but nonetheless, I draw my swords and charge. [/i]