I laugh at the puny powers of you peasants.

You cannot have the same effect as my presence.

I call, dead launch out of the ground like its nothing.

You are not the item of which Hades will sing.

I have the mighty power of stealth to vanquish.

You never could commence or finish a skirmish.

I was used by Athena in the Trojan War.

You, not born to be worn to scorn Medusa’s core.

I move with a whish! and my master is not seen.

You can’t move to prove a thing, you’re a weak machine.

I am like a magician, sure to confuse but

You are a knife that simply refuses to cut.