They are coming!...The rivers will run red with their blood!
Their ricket ridden bodies falling to our arrows!
We are English archers...we bow to no western threats!
Let our bodkins find the chinks in their mail and our broad swords crush their skulls through helmets of steel!......

Either that or we can shoot some tin chickens?...Lets see what the morro brings!...(Maybe we'll flip a coin..bit wet for mail)

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