Swadians: To me!

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You're all worthless and weak.  Now drop and give me 20...

Rhodok sharpshooters cannot compare to the headshot specialists that are Swadian sharpshooters.  Part of it is that they can liesurely aim and fire without all the dancing around that Rhodoks have to do.  Little Rhodok pointy sticks just can't cope with mighty Swadian lances driven home by brave armored juggernauts aboard powerful horses of war.  They dance around, we skewer and headshot.  (Employ all the double entendre you want here.)
 
Sir Kamov tells Borcha to join Sir Dryvus's party. In the next battle, Sir Dryvus is "accidentally" killed by a mysterious shot from behind.
 
Swadians, the most loyal and noble fighters in all calradia. We slay our enemies with a sharp blade and we repel their arrows with armour and our technology far surpasses that of any other faction.

Long live Swadia and her king.
 
As a matter of fact it wouldn't. You swadians are great at having a big badass mouth, without the spine behind. You have made enough foes for 30 years of war and thousands of dead comrades. I appreciate such choice, for as we, bandits, free brothers, will wipe out your economy and take everything worth to be carried.
Swadian women aren't worth it. We'd use them as the mules they are.
 
kamov23 said:
Sir Kamov tells Borcha to join Sir Dryvus's party. In the next battle, Sir Dryvus is "accidentally" killed by a mysterious shot from behind.

Sir Dryvus' brother, Sir Dryvus, has Borcha flogged, drawn and quartered, and assumes command of the Vaegir's elite corps.
 
Dryvus said:
kamov23 said:
Sir Kamov tells Borcha to join Sir Dryvus's party. In the next battle, Sir Dryvus is "accidentally" killed by a mysterious shot from behind.

Sir Dryvus' brother, Sir Dryvus, has Borcha flogged, drawn and quartered, and assumes command of the Vaegir's elite corps.
I see what you did thar...

"Lord Gamerwiz joins the battle on Lord Dryvus' side"

 
"Sir Dryvus and Lord Gamerwiz were defeated in battle, but managed to flee with their tales between their legs, losing all of their remaining dignity and their pathetic earthly posession."
"No victory comment: battle was small and insignificant, as the opponents were doomed before the battle even started."
 
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