"But that's exactly wrong!" cried Lancer. "To take all the glory of the age and attribute it to a specific weapon - that's sick! An act of historical illiteracy, a decision to crush the feats of an entire civilization down into a single point so that it can be wielded by a single person! The whole idea of a [i]legendary hero[/i] is an act of violence against the soul of humanity, taking what is great about every age and ripping it out so that one person can carry it!"

Lancer cast aside her rocket launcher and leapt into the air. Beneath her conjured a painted horse, barded with silks of red and yellow. She rushed across the distance, firing arrow after arrow. "To praise Genghis Khan for her use of horse archery denies a civilization's collective efforts at the development of a tactical weapon system!" she leapt from the horse, lunging into close combat, encased in heavy bronze armour and with a shining spear. "To deify Achilles makes men think that they could not fight as he did!" she whirls in green, casting her spear with great force before rolling away, coming up armoured in the bright red battlegear of a Roman legionary. "Men obsessed over Emperors. Emperors obsessed over God! Nobody noticed that [i]Rome [/i]had fallen. Nobody had the eyes to see the golden age when they were in it, nobody had the will to restore it when had passed!"

She raises another unrespected javelin to her shoulder. Lancer does not love this specific spear - she loves the culture, the system, the civilization that gave rise to it. 

"Humans will read history books with the same carelessness with which they read the lies of poets," said Lancer. "They think they can no more return to those days than they could become Musashi or Alexander. I refuse to accept that! The glory of the past lies exactly where it was left abandoned, waiting for someone to pick it up again!"