Trascrizione (en)

We like the wind! We like the wind! This was not a battle. Who are they? Our death. Kristen Cole! Traitor, usurper, and defiler of justice. Come forth to hear your fate. If I strike my banners, will you spare my men their lives? I made a promise to the dead, Cole. I told them I'd build a septal of traitor's bones. I don't have near enough bones yet. If there is to be battle here, many of you will die as well. That's why we've come. What better way to die than blade it end As you will it Let us begin here, then. One of me against the two of you. Will that be enough to make a fight of it? THE END you