Indeed, my friend, my blood also burns...
I may fight for reasons different than you, but I sense you cherish the battle-lust as much as I. To face a foe upon the field of battle, and walk away the victor is a feeling unlike any other. To look upon the potential face of death, and escape it using your wits, and might is the most satisfying feeling.
As for forcing beliefs upon another, I disagree. Both sides of this squabble participate in the 'Do this, or die' theory. One says the other initiates it. The total combined wisdom it would take to bring this land peace, is obviously non-existant, and therefore, nature will take it's course as the potent Energy of aggression begins to devour those at the front.
When I meditate upon this very subject, I see the smile on Obliteration's face, and the burning red devours me. I ask anyone, friend or foe, to properly channel this energy, and focus it into the tiniest speck, and let it guide your actions. I feel the greatest rush when I face a worthy foe, and to focus your unbridled aggression makes for the mightiest warriors.
For those who would rather dispatch someone who has endlessly honed their skills with one of your allies, I offer you no solace. I offer you no respect. If one of my guildmates are teamed in this cowardly manner, I will have one thing to offer the parties involved....
A visit to Sarapis, the Logos. Maybe he will show you the light of honour that you have forgotten so long ago.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Daedalan, in the year 239 AF.