Severin was walking along the hills of Japan, moving south, to the Red Army. A messenger had let word travel a bit too far north, eventually reaching the ears of Severin Sanguine.
"Well, if they won't listen, then maybe I can find power with that dragon and the boy," Sev said to himself as he sailed across a small strait to the island where Red and Caim held their posts. He pulled out a small British flag and spat upon it.
"Yep, the Emperor won't know what hit him, I won't be some servant boy to anybody," Severin growled at the thought, then shot a diamond spike into the nearest whale.
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"Oi, golly gumshed me boys, all hands on dehck, we sail at dawn!" Captain Northcastle yelled out to his men. Other naval officers responded in kind. King George III wrapped his arm about the shoulders of his predecessor, King James I.
"Your Highness, it is an honor to be working with a monarch of your caliber, I'm heavily pleased with that man who brought me and my army to this time," George let out a hearty laugh, which James responded the same.
"Indeed, soon the world will know the power of the British Empire, the Nation where The Sun Never Sets!" James and George shared an evil laugh as their ships prepared for embarking from India. Zero chuckled to himself as he sat on the mast of the HMS Hickery-Doo, smoking some tobacco and drawing out plans for the invasion. He reached around in his pack for a second, having trouble finding that which he was searching for.
"Last time we met, I only got your arm," Zero's face brightened, he'd found it. He pulled out a long, muscular, disembodied arm that was adorned with many a pentagram tattoo, "but this time, I'll get all of you,"