Bots and Muskets

*Col. Arbol walks to an american farmer* You disgust me! Disobeyent dog, can't even pay your taxes! *the farmer speaks as a Cuirasser pulls him up* Freedom... it fears you, isn't it? *Col. Arbol throws the farmer off the cliff* Vermin like you, NEED TO KNOW THEIR PLACES! *Lt. Steel glances at his bandages* Sir... they're just farmers. *Col. Arbol scoffs* Conspirators. *Lemoney jumps down on a cuirasser with a horse* LOOK OUT *then he turns to the americans* Sorry I'm late, let's give 'em hell!