Major: Gentlemen, I desire an epic war. A war whose fury is built with iron and lighting and fire. A war that will leave not even ravens to pick clean the bones. A war that will draw every one of our enemies out of lurkdom. Gentlemen…what do you desire? What will make you flail as I do?
[The Hellsing mansion]
Walter: By the way, Integra…I have one more present for you.
Most members of the Royal Order of Protestant Knights get their portrait done at some point…and I got this out last week.