Shah-Nahul picked the man up by his neck and looked him straight in the eye. "Fight." he said.
"Cast aside your old life; you shall have no need of it here. No longer are you a baker, but a warrior. Fight as you have never fought before, brother. Tear off your arm and use it as a club if you must, but do not give into despair. Feel no fear, no sorrow, no pain. Revel in blood, and you shall triumph." He put the man down.
"Now, pit-brothers! On your feet! Today, we build new lives, and fight as true men!"