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Battle?

Sister, we never 'battle.'

As more and more Rusthammer warriors show themselves, the Ursus soldiers are stunned, not daring to make a move. When they begin to speak, all the twenty-four can do is stand there silently.

They—the so-called 'countries' and 'civilizations'—display, from the root, their evil. Their colossal nomadic cities, their ugly steel creations, their metal fetters and cells cast from malice, are the sinister proof of their sin.

They have stolen everything. They have plundered this world's minerals, seized its water and land, and taken it all for their own.

They claim that only faith in 'civilization' can bring salvation, that everything not bound by their shackles has been stamped by a barbarous seal. They fear the truth, and we will return the truth to the land.

They use force to make you afraid, they use civilization to make you feeble, they give you no choice but to rely on their baselessly invented 'order,' no choice but to trap yourself in the cage.

And so they enslave you who by all rights ought to be free, and so they swallow you!

This world ought to belong to everyone. Everyone should, like you and I and anyone else, take a place in these wastelands with their own two hands! The wasteland will eliminate the weak, but when traced to the source, just who was it that made the people of the world weak?

You must become their nightmares, become their calamity, become the force that destroys them.

Who can shackle and manacle a hurricane, an earthquake? And who can imprison a thunderclap, a lightning bolt within a cage?!

We never battle! We destroy!

We pulverize the cage, we destroy the fetters, we plunder back that which was stolen, and those willing to abandon weakness may all become Rusthammer brothers and sisters.

—Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!—

The chaotic yet resounding metal pounding echoes through the whole gorge.

They shout, strike the earth with the handles of their weapons, the collision of metal and rock as if thunder rolling through the dark.

—Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!—

Have no fear! They're just a bunch of lunatics!

Get into formation! P... Prepare for battle!

They tremble. They fear us. We destroy. We hunt.

Cast away the fetters of civilization. We will never be weak again.

Catastrophes sweep the wastelands...

Rusthammers smash the world!