Ivory King → So... you've come at last, Mikey.Mikey → I didn't come for pleasantries. Hand over control of England. Align with us... or be removed.
Ivory King → You speak as if the crown is yours to command.Mikey → It will be. Whether through alliance... or blood.
Ivory King → How bold of you. But your arrogance will cost you.
Ivory King → Now.
Ivory King → Did you truly think I would kneel to a boy pretending to be a king?
Ivory King → Who... is that?
Mikey → ...Took you long enough.Gun Park → You're not dead. So I'm on time.
Gun Park → I didn't come to talk. I came to bury a king.
Ivory King → Meet my sons: Edward, Richard, and William.
Edward → The eldest, master of the blade, swift and precise.
Richard → The middle, a brute force, unmatched in strength.
William → The youngest, a master of shadows and deception.
Edward → We've heard tales of your strength, Gun Park.
Richard → Let's see if they're true.
William → Prepare yourself.
Gun Park → Impressive. But not enough.
Ivory King → Enough!
Ivory King → You may have bested my sons, but you won't defeat me.
Gun Park → Then let's finish this.
Ivory King → You fought well, Gun Park. My sons are lions in their own right. Yet here you stand... unbent.
Gun Park → Lions? No. They were cubs. You're the beast behind the curtain. So let's tear it down.
Ivory King → This blade was dipped in the blood of kings. Let's see if you're worthy of joining them.
Gun Park → You're slower than I expected.
Ivory King → And you're cockier than your reputation suggests.
Ivory King → Good. I haven't felt my blood rush like this since I took France.
Gun Park → Magic tricks? You really are desperate.
Ivory King → Every king survives through evolution.
Gun Park → You're skilled. But skill doesn't beat instinct.
Ivory King → You think this is over?
Ivory King → I am England. I am history. You fight not one man... but a thousand years of rule.
Gun Park → Then I'll erase a thousand years in one night.
Gun Park → Send more. I'll keep breaking them.
Ivory King → Enough ghosts. You want the king? Face the crown.
Gun's fists clenched>
Gun Park → One sword… one king… one punch.
Mikey → …Damn.
Gun Park → England's free now. You better do something with it.