Being followed by Britannian forces and having to crawl around on the ground like a tiny insect is the ultimate disgrace.
Gentlemen, I desire a war that is like hell.
Gentlemen, my companions in the Order of Black Knights, who follow me, gentlemen, what do you desire?
Do you desire war as well?
Do you desire a war of no mercy?
Do you desire a conflict that stretches the limits of iron, wind, lightning, and fire to the limit, one that will liberate all the Elevens on this planet?