"The Sword Saint Dickon," with someone exclaiming these words the crowd broke into an uproar, and shouts of cheer filled the city. The loud and excited voices of the people combined and created a huge noise as they roared together the name of the sword saint. Their voices merged together and traveled far and wide, reaching the enemy tents outside the city. The army that was about to launch its attack on the city came to an immediate standstill. The name they hear was something worrying and was not included in their battle plans. Dickon was even more well-known and feared outside the kingdom of Roge. The enemy of the kingdom who have fought against him knew very well the kind of monster, he is on the battlefield. If the sword saint is really here then the city can not be ill-equipped. This flaw in the intelligence report can be fatal and thus the marching was stopped immediately and all the generals gathered to have an emergency meeting. This in turn gave Dickon the much-needed time to prepare.

A soldier came running and reported, "the enemy has stopped."

Hearing the report a small glint appeared on Dickon's face. He signaled to ring the bell again, disrupting the crowd and immediately stopping the cheering. All the citizens and soldiers in the city stopped what they were doing and focused on the one man standing silently on the wall.

With a deep breath, Dickon finally opened his mouth, "My fellow brothers and sisters of Bali, It seems years of peace have weakened your memory."

He paused for a second and continued, "You have forgotten the atrocity performed by the Albanians in the villages of Peru and Poli."

He gave some time for everyone to remember the tragic massacre in the two villages 10 years ago, "The men were tortured to death, women were raped to death, and even the children were played with and sold to who knows where."

"Do you think just because we were at peace for a decade these savages have changed? Do you truly believe those who have broken the treaty before god will honor their promise with us mere commoners?"

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"I don't," someone shouted from the crowd.

"Even I do not believe these savages. If they managed to breach the city gates and enter inside, I fear the tragedy of Peru will repeat itself. The men will be killed, the women will be raped and the children will be slaved."

"Are you ready to accept such fate? I am not. So I will not fall for their tricks. I will not surrender. I will fight, even if my legs are cut I will fight, even if my arm is cut I will still fight, I will fight till a drop of blood is still in my body, I will fight."

He looked the people in the eyes, eyes filled with rage and remorse, and said, "For the people who are precious to me even if I die, I won't let a single savage enter this city and play with the lives of my beloved wife and children."

"If I am to die I will die fighting to protect my loved ones rather than letting these savages humiliate and torture me to death."

"So I Dickon Armstrong, whom you call the sword saint will stand here and fight till I draw my last breath so my beloved daughter doesn't have to go through the horrors of Poli."

He stopped there and the whole city fell into silence. He tilted his head down a bit and looked straight at the crowd as a drop of tear fell down. His silent stare and unmoving eyes felt like he is seeing through one's soul. Everyone who looked him in eyes was lost for words. After the Intense speech and a moment of silence, that moment breaking the stillness the members of the heavenly squad simultaneously roared, "We the heavenly squad will sand and fight to the death."

This started a chain reaction throughout the city as every citizen roared with all their might.

"I Bilo the son of Bera will stand and fight."

"I Astro will stand and fight."

"I Rebeka the daughter of Thion will also fight."

"I will fight."

"I will fight till my last breath."

"We will fight."

"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT."

Everyone voiced their thoughts out loud, with their emotions flowing out like a flood. The previously lifeless and disheartened people were now filled with vigor and high in morale. The soulless and unwilling civilians as well as the guards of the city are now willing to die fighting. They are willing to fight to their death to protect their loved ones and stop the savages from entering into the city. While the energy inside the wall was rising with it came increasingly loud roars that made the previously energetic and high-spirited Albanians outside the walls tremble and hesitant even more.