Lincoln was cutting down the jungle vegetation that was before him with his gold staff. He repeatedly chopped at everything in front of him as he heard Staff Sargent Roald ask: "Sir? W-what are we doing here?"

"We're looking for the Jungle Dwarves," Lincoln replied out of his mask, raising his hand to burn a tree that was in his way. It was rendered to ashes as Lincoln stepped over what was left and continued chopping away, "Really? Those pint-sized midgets! What would we have use for a bunch of lily sniffing, nippled beared, drunken, half-sized, squats?!" Major Landrich asked, hanging his Modified Gatling gun at his side

"Don't anger them, Landrich. I've seen just a small battalion of 20 mow down an entire line of heavily armored spear-men like it was a Tuesday," Lincoln turned around, looking his Major in the eye

"Still, what are we doing out here? Wouldn't we get more help from across the sea than searching for a people that want nothing to do with us?" Landrich questioned as Lincoln was about to say something before they heard whistling in the air

"D-Do you hear that?" Roald asked, gripping his magic book

"Yeah, I do," Lincoln replied as he looked up in the sky and saw mortar shells. Grabbing the frightened Sargent and moving close to the Major, Lincoln spun his staff and slammed it onto the ground, creating a reddish-orange forcefield around them. As the mortar shells got closer, Lincoln turned to his two companions and ordered: "BRACE YOURSELVES!" as the shells fell around them. Massive explosions erupted around them as a few hit the magical shield Lincoln was making. Roald was hanging around Landrich's neck, the ladder of which was unamused by the action. The bombardment continued for several minutes as when the last of the shells fell, a large cloud of smoke surrounded them. Keeping the field up as the dust settled, they were all surprised by the sight of nearly 100 Dwarven cannons, the size of men, aimed at them with a Dwarve on top of each wielding a mini-gun, "It seems things have increased rapidly at an unusual pace for our adventure," Lincoln said to his companions as a Dwarve with a shotgun walked up to the field and tapped on it

"Alright! Open up you magic-using, small nad, wee dick, beard-less, nerd fucking, ugly, work-for-nothing, sea humping, child-abusing, pedophiliac, molesting priest protecting, ugly, ugly sons of bitches! Or else I'm gonna turn ya bone into flutes, break-dance on your dying bodies, and piss on ya grandmother's grave!" he said as he pointed the shotgun at Lincoln's head

"And things have gotten worse, much more quickly than I imagined," Lincoln said as he removed the field and held his hands up.