Keep your enemies at a distance, your partners close at hand.

Look around you. It's an honor to fight beside you. Today we choose to fight. For the freedom to fight on other days. So we remember what's worth fighting for.

The only unfair fight is the one you lose.

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

Life to you, Riddler, and everlasting glory.

Nature has a surer plan than mortals can devise.