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- Victory or death!
- Warband! Who's your god?
- We don't need no god! We're the firing squad! So, if you don't want my flail, better shake that mighty tail! Aw yeah!
- Oo-rah! Move out!
- Halt! Let me see your Iron pride!
- We've got iron in our blood!
- We chew ore like cows chew cud.
- If you try to mess with Iron!
- We'll drag your body to the pyre!
- All right! Move your tails! I want to see sparks! Double time!
- Sound off!
- One, two!
- Sound off!
- Three, four!
- Iron's knocking at your door!
- About face! Forward march!
- Warband, why do we patrol?
- To show that we are in control!
- Warband, when do we bow?
- Only when it's time for chow!
- Warband, how do we fight?
- We fight right, with all our might!
- You make me proud. Move out!
- You lost the toss, Chipcoal. You stand watch. Give a shout if you see the legionnaire coming.
- Right. I'm all eyes and ears. Mostly ears.
- Who you suppose is coming?
- I don't know. Some Blood Legion first centurion or other. I don't care, except that she's making more work for me.
- You missed a spot.
- Good thing your head's so big, 'cause I sure won't miss IT if you don't keep your comments to yourself.
- How come the first centurion doesn't want to stay inside the Citadel?
- I heard she wants to spend most of her time between Greysteel Armory and the cannon range.
- Since when is Blood interested in Iron?
- Since we got all the best toys.
- Legionnaire's coming! Better whip those tails into double time!
- We're almost done.
- I'm almost done. You still missed a spot.
- (growl) Fine.
- Good work, warband. Get back to the Citadel. The first centurion is due to gate in soon.
- We're ready, legionnaire. Is the first centurion bringing all her troops with her? Or is she traveling alone?
- She left the bulk of them in the Brand. Only her own warband's with her. She won't be staying long. Now, move out!
- Not possible. I don't care what you say.
- Keep your voice down.
- I'll keep my voice down when you start talking sense. I save my whispers for when I need them.
- I don't know. I say it needs more sauce.
- Take it off the fire. It's done. I'm starving.
- It ain't done. Shut up. I'll tell you when it's done.
- Is it done yet, boss?
- No. Stop asking, or you're next on the spit.
- I'm gonna be old, and my teeth are gonna fall out before this boar is done.
- More for me.