eek the means to fight injustice. To turn fear against those who prey on the fearful.
Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair.
I'm not wearing hockey pads.
Do I really look like a guy with a plan?
How can you move faster than possible, fight longer than possible, without the most powerful impulse of the spirit? The fear of death.