From The Great Tome of Saban, the Book of the Process:

“And the Army of Saban traveled east until they reached the realm of the Athenian Hound, and upon arriving they came to a great field around which gnarled vines marked the dominion of The Saint.  And The Saint came forward, and with him he brought the Great Kangaroo, and he screamed, ‘Your time is nigh, Saban!  My men come shrouded in black, and black shall be your dreams, and great shall be your despair.’ The Dark Lord did not flinch, but said, ‘Then make it so.’  With this, he sent forward his Army.

The Great Youth stepped to the front, and he said to his brothers, ‘Follow me,’ and verily, they followed.  The Mountain then stepped forward and said, ‘Let the Great Kangaroo come forth, for no man can leap over that which stretches to both horizons.’  The Dark Lord’s infantry pushed through black shrouds like the wind through the trees.  Attack after attack went without answer, as the defenses the Great Saban had put into place were impenetrable.  His tactics were beyond reproach, and while The Saint clutched to a glimmering bit of hope, The Great Youth stepped forward and crushed it asunder.

Midway through the great battle, The Saint called forward the Great Kangaroo, and he said, ‘Oh leaper of men and hurdler of trees, you must return to the battlefield and turn the Tide; replace with black waters that which runs Crimson with our blood.’  And the Great Kangaroo cowered, and he said meekly, “I cannot do this.  My body is battered.’  And The Saint replied, ‘But you walk!  And you stand without aid!  If you can stand, can you not fight while the battle is not yet lost?’  And the Great Kangaroo spat, and he said, ‘Fool, don’t you see?  This battle was lost before even I donned my armor.’  And The Saint fell to his knees, for he knew the Great Kangaroo spoke the truth.

And when the battle was done, The Great Saban came to his men, yet no smile crossed his vengeful lips.  No joy was found in his eyes, but rather fiery rage burned from within his soul.  ‘My sons, think not that I am not proud of what you have done.  You have met a great foe, and you have left them crawling from our wake.  But neither think your Dark Lord satisfied with what we have done relative to the way we did it.  Did any man here strike a foe twice before he fell?  Then you must work until you need but strike him once.  Did any man here fell three foes?  Then you must work until you fell thirty.  Did any man here stop his foe before he crossed ten yards of this hallowed ground?  Then work until next time he fears to even take a step.  Forget not what I have told you:  enjoy today for the setting of one sun and the rising of one moon.  And then, my sons, thirsty for batle must we become again.’

And as the Great Saban finished, he heard a whimpering voice behind him.  He turned, and it was The Saint, whose eyes showed no light.  And he asked, ‘Oh, Great Saban…tell me please…how came you by such great power?’  And Saban said, ‘Through The Process.’  And he spat on The Saint, and The Saint thanked him for it.”