Molly was nervous after all of the external lies, and manipulations upon her very name. In such unholy means. She was worried though her knights didn't speak that perhaps they agreed with Spain and The Order. Even the Nordish and Swedes. With sweaty palms she arrived on her ride to Anjou to face the known deeds of the black magic masters of Brittany. Only God himself had managed to slow the progression of the deeds now. England holding the Spanish at bay. Whom at first Molly would later be told would not only run, but attempt to state it was Greg who ran.

Of course Molly knew Greg was no fool, and only planned to the finest detail. Mainly the Irish Fury, and some of Ireland's largest hitters to arrive. As well as Molly who even while still silky on top insisted on facing these demons with Greg. Side by side with him now Molly looked out upon the black earth and cringed to that of which Spain and Brittany had done.

Her eyes more importantly scan to the Irish knights who came to join her. Much to her surprise was what the knights would voluntarily state. One would shout, "Please... no peace this time. No deals, no diplomatic solutions and no quarter! Let us burn their traitorous lands to the ground, let us lock them in their castle and make them watch as we lay waste to all their lands. My blood is boiling and my axe is sharp - TO SPAIN!"

Molly's eyes darted to the knight who shouted this. Her chest tingled and filled deeply with the pleasure to hear not Majestic or herself speak on this issue, but another Irish. Now another shouted out loudly, "WOOT I got my axe ready and lets get ready to RUMMMMBLLLLEEEEE" Molly began to tear up just slightly. To find now two who supported her so publicly so willingly. Those who supported the family in Ireland! Now a third beamed brightly in a large smile and spoke to the others,"Spoken like a real Irish. Just a couple of bastards and we with a sword or axe!" Molly almost fell off her horse now as more and more knights began to appear. Not only appear but as well compose poetry! Now another reaches up, and speaks...

"Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!"

Molly slides a hand in the air, and then the other only able to applaud the knight. Such beauty in her family. She was really proud to be Irish, and in this family. Now another speaks loudly and proudly. One of the nations elders as well.

"Oh I am good old Irish and that is what I am
And for the Spanish nation I do not give a damn
I am glad I fight against her and I hope that we win
I kick their arses and let them pay for her sin

Oh I hate the Spanish nation and everything they do
I hate the nation of Brittany too
I hat both their nations just dripping with our blood
I hate both their banners and spit it all I good"

Molly continues now to honor her knights with tears of pride and joy as well as applause. Now a voice already spoken speaks again, "WOOT THE FURY HAS LANDED!!!!!!! LETS RUMBLE!!!!!!!"

Now another jumps up, and responds to the already spoken voice. "I am afraid I MUST demand you save me at least 200 Spaniards. Anything less, and I might as well not bring my axe out at all. " Now the voices of Ireland are rapidly speaking, and speaking their minds where else it is ignored other than by the Irish family. Now one of the poets speaks proudly, "Don't be so selfish. He promised me at least 300 Spaniards but I will share with you!" Molly now speaks in to enjoy the relaxing urges of Ireland, "I don't care how many I kill... Only that we kill them!" Still another voice speaks up feeling the burn towards Spain. "Right now I want to see Spain erased more than I want to see Sweden burning " This catches Molly off gaurd and she is amazed as she truly felt the same. Which is hard for her to confess. Patting all her knights on the bag as she slip off her ride, and moved around the scene. She smiled not even bothering to hide the tears in her eyes. "I love you all, and am so damn proud of my Irish family!"