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- Doesn't matter. Hack 'em down and move on.
- You busy after the battle?
- Not anymore. Got any ideas?
- I'll let you know.
- He died too quick.
- Doesn't matter. Dead is dead.
- We could go back and punch the corpse for a while.
- I need a blade. A better blade.
- I have one. Just for you! Honed from the finest steel. Forged from the darkest iron. It screams for souls, and you must wield it.
- Now that's what I want! Not just a weapon. A legend.
- Step inside, soldier. You're ready to be a hero.
- Another glorious day in Iron Legion! Gotta keep the guns roaring!
- Gotta keep the gears turning...and lubricated with the blood of our enemies.
- Wow, that's good. Except...blood doesn't really work well as machine oil.
- What? Are you talking from experience?
- Um...yeah. I've said too much. I better get back to those roaring guns.
- Maggot! Ten hut!
- Do you know how to salute, maggot?
- Sir! Yes, sir!
- As you were!
- Sir! Yes, sir!
- I wanna see your war face! Show me your war face!
- SIR! YES, SIR!
- BLOOD LEGION! SIR!
- And why are you here, maggot?
- SIR! I AM A GUT-SLASHING, MAGGOT-BASHING KILLING MACHINE, SIR!
- That's what I like to hear, maggot! Now get out there and fight!
- SIR! YES, SIR!
- Makes ya proud to be in Blood Legion. Oo-rah.
- What's my warband griping about now, soldier?
- They say you're incompetent, sir. They think I should kill you and take command.
- You're not planning to kill me, are you, soldier?
- Of course not, sir! Then they'd be planning to kill me next.
- Heh. Carry on. I may be old, but any cub who rises up against me is gonna get smacked.
- This place is just...wrong. How can we fight this?
- Simple. If it moves, kill it.
- Ain't nothin' like watching one of our killin' machines go to work. We build the best.
- Gears keep turnin', and fools keep dyin'.
- Grind 'em up, and spit 'em out.
- Heh heh heh. I love this job.
- I need new armor. What color should I get?
- Armor only needs two colors: mud and blood.
- You know what I love more than a head shot? A gutshot. Punctured lung. Kidney hit. We gotta get creative.
- Keep your voice down, chuckles. We're here to do a job, not get our jollies.
- Got any ammo?
- How about you aim better and stop wasting slugs?
- You could have just said "no."
- Hold up, guys! I gotta catch my breath.
- What's your problem? You can't keep up, we're gonna leave you behind.
- Hey! I'm doing the best I can!