[center][h1][b]Trấn Hưng Đạo[/b][/h1]
[h2][i]Grand Prince of Hưng Đạo, Imperial Prince of Đại Việt, Hưng Đạo Đại Vương[/i][/h2]
[h3][u][i][b]VIETNAM, THE WORLD[/b][/i][/u][/h3][/center]

[i]“Defend.”[/i]

Defend, hm? That was what he did best, after all. [i]That was all that he was good for[/i]. Defending his lord, oathsworn was he. Defending his family, with bonds of blood tying them together. Defending his beloved Vietnam, as would any man would when faced with the destruction of all he had ever loved and known.

Ah. It was just like olden times, wasn’t it.[i] An enemy[/i], swaggering into Vietnam, demanding allegiance, and tribute. Already, he felt the ties to the land he had put under [i]protection [/i]with [b]Đức Thánh Trần[/b] already fraying, in the name of their “liberation.” No matter. Vietnam had faced such things before. Foreigners had came to the Đại Việt, calling them barbarians, and that they ought to be more “civilized.” Pah! Their so-called civilization was a thin pretext to try to conquer Vietnam, and these… these creatures would do the same for “liberation.” This was no liberation that he could sense. Forcing the cutting of bonds, the severing of ties, the savaging of trust. There was no freedom for a man without friends or family!

He drew in a deep breath. If he could not defeat these beings here, he would be forced to Disengage. To retreat, once more, with his master and whatever they could take with them. It wouldn’t be so bad, to regroup with allies, and make a go of it together. But first…

He could feel it in his bones. This was a fight to save Vietnam. This was a fight to save the world.

He spoke to the makeshift army that his Master had supplied him, these “oni.” They looked like monsters, but they were his army, and no other’s.

“You are no men. You are monsters. And for that, I cannot ask you to be as the Four Immortals, strong and powerful as they were. I cannot ask you to be as cunning or wise as Lạc Long Quân, or Trạng Quỳnh. I cannot ask you to be as skilled in arms as Bang Mong and Hau Nghe, the famous archers of times long gone past.”

[i]“But you are no ordinary monsters. No simple beasts. You are more than that. You are under my command, and I demand more than that from soldiers! If you cannot be a hero, be the greatest beasts of them all! The Long of the East, the Lân of the West, the Quy of the North, the Phụng of the South! Be powerful, be swift, be stalwart, and do it with honor and skill!”
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And then he turned, to face the invaders.

[b]“AND TO YOU, I HAVE NAUGHT MORE TO SAY, FOREIGNERS, INVADERS, OPPRESSORS! SPEAK NO MORE OF YOUR FALSE LIBERATION! I REJECT YOU! I REJECT YOU A THOUSAND TIMES OVER! GET OUT OF THIS SWAMP! GET OUT OF VIETNAM! GET OUT OF THIS WORLD, FOR YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! BEGONE!”[/b]

And as he said his final words, the defenses began to activate. No more pits, or stakes. No more simple traps, or restraints.

Boom.

[@Paradox Witch] [@ReallyDumb]