Dunwall nodded slightly as he then slowly strode towards the BDP goons that surrounded his half of the circle, cracking his knuckles as he approached. He then  unexpectedly broke out into an off-the-cuff little speech.<br/><br/>"Good men and women of these Great British Isles," he began grandly. "Lay down your slings and arrows, and lend me your ears. I beseech you all, good people, do not let the worst, the most base instincts rule your minds and your actions, but let the better angels of your nature fill your hearts with joy; for are we all not brother and sister in the eyes of the good Lord?" he asked them. "Look to the man or woman beside you; your friends, comrades, your brothers and sisters in arms; why just imagine if he or she were standing here where I stand. Would you be so eager to cast your god-given reason to the four winds in that case? Is that what you really would want to do? To rip them apart? To be animals?!" His voice rose as the fire built behind them. "Is this want you want to tell your children and grandchildren if asked? That you killed a defenseless man or woman, in cold blood, like a pack of wild dogs?" he thundered.  "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." he quoted from the Gospel of John, as the fire in his belly and his eyes seemed to make him grow in size before them. He extended his finger pointing at them as if in judgement, daring them to doubt the wisdom and righteousness of his words just as Jesus had done for Mary of Magdaline in the stories of old.