"It is not our place. Not your place, nor mine – not yet. In time, perhaps, you will stand at the top of that mountain, and you will be the one to cut down such mighty foes," Lombard said.
"But not today," Oliver finished for him. "You need say no more, Lombard. I see my own inadequacies for what they are now. There are weapons that I have been taught that I have allowed to grow dust. No longer shall it be the case. This injury shall not hinder me. I shall not allow it to be called a blunder, but instead, it will be my opportunity for recognition."
"Very well," Lombard said. "Then point your eyes towards the ones that rule, and learn their ways. Do not allow yourself to be caught off guard by their strength again. So far from the Stormfront, blunders, as you've learned, shall be fatal. That is what it means to attack on an enemy's own turf."
