Ironclad: Battle for Blood Page #3

You men, hold that section!

Go!

It's just on the far side!

Ogre.

Open the door!

It's Master Hubert!

Open the sally port!

Trouble!

Open the door!

Open the gate! Open the sally port!

Open the door!

Get it open!

It's Master Hubert!

- Hurry!

- Come on. Come on.

Open the door!

It's open!

You're still mine.

Get in!

Come on!

Executioner, come on!

Come on! Hurry up!

Secure the gate!

Come on!

Master Hubert!

We need you on the wall!

Come on, you men! Fight back!

Fight them back!

Come on, then!

Come on!

Ahh! Ahh!

No, Father!

I have to be out there.

No, Father, please!

Push 'em off the walls!

Push 'em down!

Come on, lads! Push 'em back!

I'm lovin' it!

Get back, you scum!

There, you scum!

They're on the run!

The Scots are retreating!

Retreat! Fall back!

Well done.

Smith.

How's Father?

Welcome home.

Be gentle with him.

- He needs rest.

- Yes.

- Welcome, dear nephew.

- Aunt.

I found Cousin Guy.

You've done well.

- You brought others?

- Three.

From the devil himself.

Then our enemies must beware.

Come.

Uncle.

I'm glad you've come.

Though we could have wished

for better circumstances.

I'm no stranger to your

circumstances anymore.

It will take more than a few mountain

men to bring this house down.

It's been in my family

for three generations.

And no matter what happens to me,

we will not give it up.

He needs to rest.

I didn't like the look of Father.

I've seen men come through worse.

Well, well. You didn't tell me the spoiled

princess had grown into such a beauty.

It's a pity the same could

not be said for my cousin.

Oh, and a sharp tongue too, I see.

I'm surprised my cousin

can see anything at all.

Please excuse me.

Don't worry. You're not the only

one she sniffs her nose at.

- They fared well.

- I told you they were a hearty bunch.

Cousin.

Oh, this beauty I remember.

Though last time I saw you, you were

playing in a field wearing leggings.

You must tell me of the rebellion.

How you fought the king himself.

Well another time, maybe.

We need as many as we can

get back on the walls.

Come on!

Keep going. Keep going.

You and your friend.

It's good to see people

happy at their work.

Well, we've had a lot of practice.

Some don't have a taste for it.

But as my dear father and his

before him used to say...

"It is a trade, Son.

Be proud when they

kneel before you."

We didn't get around to names.

Charles Montserrat de Pierrepoint.

The Third.

Guy de Lusignan.

You are the pride of your

profession, Mr. Pierrepoint.

Pleasure.

We need you on the walls.

Is that all my master needs?

No, stop. No.

Hey!

No!

Shh. Shh. Shh.

- Ohh!

- Ohh!

Ohh!

- Kill the prisoners.

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