There's a moment in a fight when that first blow lands and everything stops. And in that flash of clarity, you know who you are. I'll push as hard as it takes to get my engine back. Snowpiercer, one thousand and twenty-three cars long.
I was born for battle. Built for it. Sometimes, in battle, a perfectly crafted plan gets compromised. A true general comes up with a better one right there on the spot. Working without a net and sticking the landing to thunderous applause.