Owain: ...I leap into the center of the enemy formation, blade drawn, and spin! I'm no longer a man, but a whirling dervish of death and steel!
Avatar: What are you doing, Owain?
Owain: Oh, greetings, Avatar. I'm chronicling the saga of Owain Dark, Avenger of Righteous Justice. It's a tale of blood and honor and me being generally amazing.
Avatar: Owain Dark?
Owain: A title bestowed upon me by the masses, born of equal parts fear and love! What began as rumor soon became legend, and my name spread throughout the world!
Avatar: Do people actually call you that? I mean, real people? Who exist?
Owain: ...Not yet. But they will!
Avatar: Well, it's good to dream big, I suppose.
Owain: Any man can dream. But only a legend can become a myth!
Avatar: Only a legend can become... You know what? Good for you. Whatever floats your boat, I say. But as a tactician, I'd advise against jumping into a pack of enemies.
Owain: HA HA HA! WORRY NOT, MORTAL!
Owain: I spy a pack ten men strong and charge into the fray! One swipe, and two fall! I lock swords with the third... CHING! His guts spill forth upon the earth! As the fifth falls, the sixth flees, driven mad. A cut and a slash and three more are done! "I bear you no ill will," I cry as I slay. "Rest in peace! Or rest in PIECES!" As the dust settles, only two men yet stand. My showdown with the evil general begins!
Avatar: There's an evil general?
Owain: My sword flashes out, a flickering blur of cold blue steel. Ka-thwack! Schwing! "Ha ha ha! I'm impressed, General. No one has blocked that before." The general wobbles on unsteady feet and then drops to his knees in shame. "Mercy, Owain Dark! Have mercy on me! For I cannot abide another mighty blow!"
Avatar: (It's like watching some kind of bizarre one-man theater performance...)