"We are the sons of winter and stars!"
"By Blood and Honor!"

The Forsaken think we're weak, a broken people. They think we'll roll over like a scared dog... how wrong they are.
We will fight them in the fields until the last trench collapses and the last cannon is silenced.
We will fight them on the streets until the last shot is fired, and when there is no more ammunition, we'll crush their skulls with the stones that pave our city.
We will fight them in the alleys until our knuckles are skinned and bloodied, and our rapiers lay on the ground, shattered.
And if we find ourselves surrounded and disarmed, wounded and without hope; we will lift our heads in defiance and spit in their faces. But we will never surrender!