Originally Posted by AskUdyr
Udyr growled at the Summoner, "Do you know what weakness is, Summoner? To fight the same person, day after day, not making an inch of ground? The man who raised you, trained you, honed you, calmed you, taught you, reassured you, educated you, fed you, but did not want anything in return? Not one thing? NOT ONE?!"
The fires from Udyr's being ripped along the ground, scathing white flames hissing. "When we first joined the monastery, we tried fighting him day after day, for weeks on end, trying to land a single punch! He evaded every single strike! Year after year, on the day of our induction, it became tradition for us to try and land a strike on him, to fight him, to challenge him. He would defeat us every time! Every! Time! We had never experienced such defeat, and we relished it! We enjoyed it, it became almost a game more than anything! We stopped putting thought behind it because this man, our better, the stronger, would always defeat us! Then one day, we asked him to a fight, he acknowledged, and we struck him. One punch, and we shattered his entire ribcage, killing him instantly on the spot."
Udyr let out a hoarse laugh, a devilish glint in his eyes, "That's all it took to kill the man who raised us, just a single strike. It was not mercy, he was old, weak and frail now. He showed us what will happen to us should we become as old as him: Whether he was unable to dodge the blow or he just simply took it, we are not sure. It matters not: We killed him. We are Udyr. To be the strongest, one cannot hold a heart, one cannot hold care, and one cannot regret killing those that dare cross him."
Udyr hunched over, clacking his teeth against one another, "Now go away. Only warning you get."