Barbarossa
King of the bitchslappers
"You say you could win any battle" Barbarossa says, finally speaking up. "And in spite of your brilliant accomplishments, this strikes me as slightly impossible."
Taking a few steps toward the King, he continues.
"There is always that small chance, that the enemy Commander you face, is brilliantly insane. Willing to take that one risk, that is dismissed as simply too foolhardy. And yet, is the one thing that can change the tide of a battle."
Coming to a stop, and looking into the darkened area, where the King's face should be, Barb continues his train of thought.
"I'll admit it. When I was still rooted in the Matrix, I served in the Armed forces. I was a Black Ops Specialist. Before this, I served in the Marines."
Shaking his head, He finishes.
"There was one thing I learned well. As perfect a position you may be in. As well prepared, Armed, and led. There is always the one path, the one niche, that can wipe it all from the battlefield. Would you be willing to say that it is yet possible for Zion to find this, in your Machines? Yet impossible for us to have ourselves that one insane Commander, that in spite of it all, will make it work!?"