| rdfs:comment | - Basil: All right boys, nearly home. Let's party tomorrow, right now we all need sleep. Elites: Yes, sir! Basil: SHIELDS OUT, RALLY SQUARE!! Sergeant McGovern: Who are they sir? Basil: No idea, but they've got us pinned here. Damien Lucans: Well, well, I suppose we should expect such from a Venatien. Oh, but you aren't a Venatien yet are you Trubshaw! Basil: What the hell do you think you're doing Lucans? You're whole family will hang for this treachery!! Basil: Ha, one word from my family is all it will take to end you fools. Lucans: Fix bayonets, finish them now! Basil: BREAK RANKS, GET INSIDE!
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| abstract | - Basil: All right boys, nearly home. Let's party tomorrow, right now we all need sleep. Elites: Yes, sir! Basil: SHIELDS OUT, RALLY SQUARE!! Sergeant McGovern: Who are they sir? Basil: No idea, but they've got us pinned here. Damien Lucans: Well, well, I suppose we should expect such from a Venatien. Oh, but you aren't a Venatien yet are you Trubshaw! Basil: What the hell do you think you're doing Lucans? You're whole family will hang for this treachery!! Damien: That's what you think Trubshaw, but the Lucans are not as foolish as you think. To the rest of the Kingdom this will be just the last act of an insane young commander before killing himself. Basil: Ha, one word from my family is all it will take to end you fools. Lucans: That's the beauty of it, with you gone there is no Venatien family. Even if you let you survive the entire kingdom will believe you slaughtered your own family in a blood drunk rage. Sergeant McGovern: My Lord we must withdraw, we cannot win a fight like this. Basil: I know Sergeant, but I can't see a way out. If we move the square too fast they'll gun us down, if we break apart some of us will be gunned down. We're out of ammunition so we can't even fire back. Lucans: Fix bayonets, finish them now! Basil: BREAK RANKS, GET INSIDE! Sergeant McGovern: Horrace, Latimer, get that door shut. Davis, Jenkins clear the drawing room. The rest of you secure the perimeter. Basil: Listen up guys, if we're going to get out of here we need ammunition. Without guns we're sitting ducks for them to just pick off. Latimer: Sir the door is locked, but it's not going to hold them for long. Davis: The drawing room is a wreck sir, it could easily be booby trapped if they were smart. Basil: We've got no choice if we stay on the ground floor we'll be swamped from all sides. Everyone up the stairs we can make a bottle neck at the top of them, cut down anyone who follows. Basil: Form a defence line out here, there's no direct line of fire it'll even the odds. Basil: Thank the heavens, someone's alive. what happened? Abigail: I can fight, why are you..... Basil: Let the men do their jobs, they're trained their whole lives for this. Sergeant McGovern: Protect the Duke! Lucans: Find Trubshaw's body and make sure he's dead! Abigail: Basil, come on we can't stay here. We can still get away, but we've got to go now.
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