"Retreat hahahaha there is no retreat here my friend, if we leave carnage will follow in our wake and Northrend will face it in our stead."
Icethorne and the War Ursa Battalion had but one option, to fight tooth and nail, forestalling the advance of the Glacial mountains' liberation alliance and hopefully carving out a piece of flesh large enough to make them regret ever choosing to advance south.
"We and now you since you're under my roof will fight against them until not a single one of us remains standing. They may be victorious in the end but by God I will ensure it's nothing, but a pyrrhic victory or my name isn't OSCAR FUCKING RUNAK!!!!"
"DEATH!!!!"
"DEATH!!!!"
As if rehearsed every member of the War Ursa Battalion in the war room roared 'death' with such conviction and strength that the entire room shook.
