Baalhan steps forward a massive broadsword appearing in his right hand. His height increases until he stands nine feet tall. He begins to glow a deep sapphire. A savage expression appears on his face. He snarls baring razor fangs "Free Nathrangking or die. I will rain down destruction the likes of which you cannot even imagine on you unless you end this right now. I am Baalhan he who grants victory, slayer of kingdoms, master of the field of battle, prince of the immortal blade, embodiment of slaughter and the true Deity of War. Do not play games green one. If you want to survive this day your grudges will be forgotten and we will be allowed to go on our way." His voice echoes through the air.