He cracks his knuckles. "I don't really care about what you think is important, golem. I have no reason to hate you. Technically, as you are a monster, I am your sovereign. I think I am correct in believing that you think that might makes right?" He examines his scythe blade, completely at ease. "Would you like to "fight the evil monster" golem?" He looks up. "I promise that I'll fight fair. No powers."