The first battle would take place by the long running hillside of Grees, beyond the village of Rinestone. The weather was chilly and the sun was still rising. It was early morning, foggy with tiny dew droplets clinging to the blades of grass.
Everyone was as ready as they could ever be. There was no weariness in anyone's eyes. Only locked and focused gazes at the severity of the immense challenge that was on their way.
They waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.
Until, they heard the dark, mystical, musical horror of the Metronian army that brought a black fogg with them.
From the neys that coiled around them like fearful chains in dismay, to the low bass drums that dropped with each beat of their march on foot and on horses.
In the front, leading them, was none other than the first Prince of Metro himself, Ramsis, with his black Anubis mask and black hooded armour, holding a black jackal head staff.
By his side was the woman in her black enchantress dress, Xantris, with long curved teeth as earrings, a U shaped bone necklace and two red scarfs on her neck.
Behind the both of them, leading the Afri army was the pale brute Captain Koobus, only wearing a crocodile skin kilt, while the rest of his men wore khaki pants, both short and long. They all had white chalk and blue paint on their faces along with various branded tattoos across their bodies.
As a joke, Koobus had been concealing his branded tattoos with Xantris's help when Renero and Minaleese spoke with them by the dark forest. From his lower stomach up to his chest was the branded tattoo of a massive crocodile that had its jaws open wide for attack. On his back was a branded tattoo of another crocodile snatching its prey.
All in all, he marched in jolly fashion. Johannes had an army of simple shark branded tattoos all over his body with his buzz cut hair. Although the upper half of their pale skin was bare, they all wore transparent shark skinned armour for protection.
With a simple stopping gesture, the combined forces of 100,000 stopped. The remaining 900,000 still had to arrive in timed bursts with elephants, wagons, boats and other modes of transportation, depending on how long they could dictate the war against the unknown Petora.
The music of fear died down in anticipation across the green hillside of Grees.
Koobus yawned loudly, taking a seat on the ground. The battle horses were getting impatient against their riders. The wild dogs barked, wishing to be let loose and the howling hounds whined from their restraints. Xantris had a look of excitement, singing her loony "la - la - la" tunes.
Ramsis—
Stood there, patiently, knowing that they could just storm right in if no army came to face them.
He was no fool however, as his eyes carefully scanned for potential surprise and ambush attacks, which he told the conditioned armies and his personal followers with greyhound masks and hoods to be wary of.
Now it was their turn to wait.
But not for long.
In the distance, red flared smoke could be seen, spreading like a river of wine.
Dramatic bodhran drums could be heard that trampled the ground like a stampede with its beats. Out of nowhere, the combination of carnyx war horns, demon possessed uilleann pipes and percussions blasted to set the atmosphere for the bloody battle.
Coming out of the red smoke, was the Ravishing Riots with the rest of the Celt Clan that would participate in the first battle, led in the front by the rejuvenated Ishthrylla, up and ready for blood.
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