Strength and heart

"Stand!
We'll make a stand for all these wretched Köl to see.
Fight withheart and with a vengeance.
This day determines who we are, and what we'll be."

"I know these weaklings
I've even seen this young commander once before.
King Ivor's people are unequipped and ill prepared to go to war."

"My fellow warriors!
For years and years you've been trained by me.
The task before us isn't simple, but in these trenches we defend a dynasty."

"Your words are nothing!
On empty hearts and feeble minds they fall like ash.
Our goal is simple, I can assure there will be no turning back."

"We fight for Ivor!
How could you think that all your malice and your greed would ever gain you the wild heart and strength of will that you men need."

"All Kölic forces at the ready!
We storm the gates on my command.
Magnor is weakest when unaware we are at hand."

"Protect your brother!
The bravest soldier left alone is first to fall.
We die together. We stop them here or not at all."

Vital fluid, drenching their swords.
Their blood lust is unquenchable.
Hordes sending souls to hell.
Look around and see this battle, oh you, Christian soldier.

"You will not be victorious!
I'll strike you down with a single blow!
Oh great Köl leader, you will perish!
Your atrocities will be avenged.
With your death, my malice will be appeased.
Squaring off, you don't have a chance.
I see through your infantile defense. This is too easy. Vengeance is empty without a challenge.
I'll take it none the less.
I see my opening. Your as good as dead.
Impaled swiftly in the gut. Your life fades."