Enslave yourselves if you want, you horses of instruction. Graze in peace and safety inside your masters' fences. Subjugate yourselves to his whip, avail yourselves to the labour of his fields, and propel him to battle if you will.
As for me, I'll roam free with the tigers, carrying inside me the power of their wrath. I'll move with patient wisdom through the shadows of the night, watching for the tender spot to sink my fangs... waiting to strike when the time is right.
And I decide where to strike.
And I decide when the time is right.