The armored guardian tilts his helm down a fraction to view the comer in red, his ice-blue eyes coldly regarding her from behind the eye-slit. In a voice proud and strong, he replies to her declaration. "I know you want it enough to come from far, far away, as did all who came before you. I know you are here to take it, if you can, as did all who came before you. I do not know if you will succeed, or if you will fail, as did all who came before you. Before you learn what it is you came to obtain, and choose whether or not to lay claim to it, you must prove yourself worthy. Are you prepared to test yourself against me?" His statement, with not a hint of condescension, nor admiration, merely the neutral respect given an unknown opponent, rang forth over the muted sounds of the wind and snow. Yet even so, his figure remained still, beyond his initial motion.