I will earn my father's armor, noble king...
...by serving you in the battle.
A fine thrust.
I will kill many Qeynosians.
Raise your shield.
- Sire?
- Raise your shield as high as you can.
Your father should have taught you
how our phalanx works.
We fight...
...as a single, impenetrable unit.
That is the source of our strength.
Each Freeportian protects the man
to his left...
...from thigh to neck with his shield.
A single weak spot
and the phalanx shatters.
From thigh to neck, Hangtime Harry.
I am sorry, my friend.
- But not all of us were made to be soldiers.
- But I...
- lf you want to help in a Freeportian victory...
- Yes.
...clear the battlefield of the dead,
tend the wounded, bring them water...
...but as for the fight itself...
...I cannot use you.
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