The art of defense isn't for everybody but it suits you just fine. If only there was a way to defend from what's happening inside your body. It feels like every nerve is on fire. You are credited with developing the molybdenum fist technique. You dream of transforming into a robotic motorcycle and providing the ultimate defense for everyone in need. Love should be enough to save the universe. It's not, but you are. The Plunderers offered you a near unlimited supply of mead for protecting them from the Guardians.