[b][i]SPEACH?! SPEACH!!![/i][/b] Tesuto walked upon the walls of the dojo, standing atop its gate. The Warriors of the dojo were readying, however their motivation could only be shot down by the fact that those they called friends were the same ones who sought their very destruction. Tesuto eye'd the crowds, the fleets, the men and women ready to lay down their lives for their home. Naturally...he had to say something. "Men and women of the dojo! Listen to my call! Tomorrow, we will be under attack. This attack will be lead by those who seek to destroy you, and everything we have grown to be. While many see this place as something that needs to be ceased, I see it as a place that can change! They say, we are terrible. That we are the definition of a dead horse! While in some cases, they may be right. But that doesn't matter. This is the DOJO! We change as we see fit! We mold, and adapt, and survive to better our world! We will not be stopped! For we cannot! No matter how many die, or even if we lose, we will not perish! We will always rebuild until the LAST MAN! Pick up your blades my friends! Defend your home so that it can change and have a brighter future, and the golden age that is only yet to come! Fight with me so that we may win, and push back against those who are finite in their existence!" We are the last, and first line of defence for RP! If we perish, there will be no one left to pick up our legacy! So we must fight back! And we must show that we will always win, EVEN WHEN WE LOSE!