Reminds me the day before WPN attacks...
Sabrina needs to recreate the scene from the start of Patton.
I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a battle by dying for her city. She won it by making the poor, dumb witch die.
Girls all this stuff you've heard about Mitakihara girls not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the fight, is a lot of horse shit. Mitakiharians, traditionally, love to fight. All real Mitakiharians love the sting of battle. We all admired the Ojous, the best tea makers, the largest overkill of firepower, the strongest fighters. Mitakiharians love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Mitakiharians play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a girl who lost and laughed. That's why Mitakiharians have never lost and will never lose a fight, because the very thought of losing is hateful to Mitakiharians.
Now, an squad is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the message boards don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.
Now, we have the finest food and training, the best spirit, and some of the best magi in the world. You know, by God I, I actually pity that poor witch we're going up against, by God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bitch we're going to cut out her living guts and use them to grease the edges of our blades! We're going to murder those lousy witch bitches by the bushel.
Now, some of you girls, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under pressure. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty.
The witches are the enemy of us all. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you scramble over the rubble that use to be some mall, you'll know what to do.
Now there's another thing I want you to remember: I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Witches do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto her by the nose and we're going to kick her in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of her all the time and we're going to go through her like crap through a goose.
All right, now, you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh... I will be proud to lead you wonderful girls into battle anytime, anywhere.
That's all.
