Nash nodded, this was more inevitable. "Your people seem akin to mine own, but for one key difference. We only wish to survive, and grow.<br/>Yes, treaties and alliances with other countries were once common, but it only takes one aggressor to wipe out an entire country, to destroy peace completely. Since then we havemade vows and advanced rapidly, it's the richer option, to assimilate with the Slayer. However, it is understandable, your answer. We have vowed that never again would that happen, letting another nation live separate for the sake of moral."<br/>He stubbed out his cigarette on the table, and an iron determination entered his eyes, "Be prepared, Cryx. If starvation is all that will kill you, we will carry through. You may slaughter all of our raiding parties, but the MotherLand is eternal."<br/>The itch had spread throughout his body, making his fidget, making him move. The itch itself had developed into a spark of energy. "Now the only question is this; do you slaughter all you can now, or await our armies for a war like no other?"<br/>His eyes were trained on the leaders, he slowly looked at each one in turn. "I will not halt you from returning to your homes. Your decision has been made. Do as you wish."<br/>One of the leaders grinned, pulling out a sword, "Wait, you forgot one option! We have the Grand Prince right here! Why not capture you and use it to lever the King to leave us be?"<br/>Nash blinked slowly, and smiled, ever so slightly, "That is indeed and option, but I have seven other brothers, and I guarantee you, I am very low on the list of succession. Both genetically and Genotype-wise. As I said before, when the question of survival is raised, my father would not bat an eye at the slaughter of all his children. We are desensitized very early on to such methods, among other things."<br/>Nash stood, gathering his cloak and bag, "So I assume this meeting is adjourned? Unless someone wishes to take action or voice some other opinion before I make haste?"<br/>He smiled again, cheerily, "I wish you all luck."<br/>The same leader who'd made the previous suggestion took a step forward, "What's stopping us from killing you now, before you run like a coward?"<br/>His smile did not falter, "Run like a coward I may, but I am very good at it. What's stopping you? Nothing. Have at me."<br/>His boots and arm guards hissed and clicked as the etchings came to life and glowed a dull, angry orange. The vents at the posterior sides hissed and expelled steam. His boots whirred and clicked again, the odd suspension buckles activating and taking on his weight. Nash rotated his wrists within the gloves, cracking them. The leader, who was outfitted with leather armor and a crude sword, hesitated, and stepped down.<br/>"Anyone else?"