IRONGRON: Oh, I should have slain the filthy little toad there and then. I should have carved him up into collops on the spot.

BLOODAXE: Aye, master, it puzzles me as to why you did not

IRONGRON: Aye, well, 'tis a matter of high policy, d'you see? Above your understanding. As yet, we still need Linx's aid. Weapons he has promised me, and by the stars, weapons I shall have. Wonderful, magical weapons, that will crumble the castles of those that oppose me into dust. And then, and only then, shall Linx die by my hand.

BLOODAXE: Oh, 'tis a cunning plan, Captain.

IRONGRON: Aye, 'tis as well for you dolts that you have me to guide you. Ah, there's more to war than hard strokes, my good Bloodaxe.

BLOODAXE: Aye, master, yours is indeed a towering intelligence.