"You're no GOD... You're just a Man. I've fought Gods, Cyrus, and I didn't HAVE to pull my punches! Ask Groudon what these hands can do - she'll tell you!"

He advanced, fists still clenched. "If I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't takle much effort. But even now, with so much at stake, I don't want to do it. You're right. But THAT is my strength of will. Many others, if they had the kind of strength I do, would see this as an easy fix. They would have aimed that boulder right the first time and would be done with you by now."

He took another swing, aiming for Cyrus' left side this time.