Gentlemen,

All I ask for is a brawl, a brawl so grand as to make hell itself trembles.

Gentlemen, I ask you as brothers in arms

what is it that you really want?

Do you wish for futher brawl just as I do?

Do you wish for a merciless, bloody brawl?

A brawl whose fury is bid by the exhaustion to the limits of iron, wind, lighting and fire? Do you ask for brawls to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge from this earth?