Urgh... I suppose I could indulge you. Years ago, I was to inherit the throne of Gongmen City from my... _beloved_ parents. Our family was renowned for the ingenious creation of fireworks, which I planned to use for lethal measures. They disagreed, and were warned that I would be brought down by a 'warrior of black and white'. _A panda._ My wolven army and I set off to cut down as many of them as we could, and what did I get in return? Exile.

But now... now I shall take what is rightfully mine.