He stared at her, his face passive, but his eyes said that he was NOT impressed. "You seem to be mistaken. There are peasants out there tending fields, barely making enough to feed their families, who your soldiers are BUTCHERING like pigs at slaughter. Your war crimes are getting to the point where SOMEONE is going to get involved from the outside. And they will not be nearly as nice as I am being. They will either use you and yours, before throwing you away to be slaughtered as you are everyone that so much as looks at you funny, or will simply do that from the start. Fanatic. Your hate has blinded your reason, and I see no reason to either continue this conversation, or leave your camp and its inhabitants intact. Now that we know how your weapons work, they are avoidable. And your first 'victory' against my constructs will not be repeated.<br/><br/>Where is this Lord Captain, so that I might POSSIBLY get a story with facts, rather than hate?"