At this, Bronzehorn immediately stepped forward and leaned over to jab an imposing finger into their VIP's chestplate. "No! Don't put it on a pedestal!" He prodded Anonymous once more, pressing the black bronze up against Anonymous' flesh. "You take these things and go train, and you get 'em dirty. Get them scuffed! Clang your weapon into your shield! Knock your greaves into the earth! Bang your helmet against the wall! Punch wood with your gauntlets!"