Ares paced in his thrown room, enraged by the dissapearance of xena and her annoying little blonde friend he tosses a vase off of its pedestal and snaps his fingers. Instantly summoning 3 of his fiercest war leaders to appear before him. At the shock of being randomly summoned the 3, did not initally notice the god of war and drew their weapons upon each other, assuming they have been tricked into a sneak attack somehow. "Enough!" Ares bellowed. The 3 before him instantly sheathed their weapons and dropped to one knee, head bowed to their god of war. Each commanded a large and promising army in which ares had managed and coached over the many years in exchange for their continued loyalty. Zigar: A cunning and fierce leader, he led an army full of quick fingered, charming warriors. A thief and urchin in his own right he hand selected an army over a large amount of years. These men ofton used their sly abilities to infultrate camps undetected to slit the throughts of their enemies. They were not above doing this while they slept, and than collecting the coin from their pickets when they were done. But in battle, these men were as blood thirst as their commander. The hunt was the game, but the kill was the thrill of victory that intoxicated their insatiable need for death by their own hand. Shannara: A tall muscular women who can give an amazon a run for their money when met. She is a rutheless and selfish commander who takes what she wants when she wants it. Though her army is her pride and joy. She leads an army of women who have all found themselves, abandoned, abused, or otherwise broken. And helps them find their inner anger' strength and blood lust. This has led her to a strong loyalty from her warriors. Highly trained in acrobatic and defensive techniques, these women can take down a half giant with little effort, and are never afraid to attack head on. Jarvis: Every bit the smelly, hulking brute of a warlord, this savage man and his army worship chaos. They enjoy rushing in and tearing innocents and enemies alike, limb from limb. They are known for their horse assisted beheadings and their ruthless habits of collecting the fingers of their victims and wearing them on a sash, or belt. Jarvis himself cammands one of the largest armies of cut throats and miscreants the lands have ever heard of, and is widely known for his irrational and implulsive attack methods. These were the three that bowed before the enraged ares. He commanded them to get up and addressed them aggressively. "Whatever your armys are doing right now, i want it halted. Every man and women in your command will report to The army stomping grounds. Residing there are the 'great and mighty followers' *he said, with mock in his tone* of Xena, and her little friend. I dont know how she has managed to stay under my radar this long, but we WILL draw her out. I want every one of those pathetic warriors slaughtered! Every temple destroyed! Lets see Xena or gabrielle stay silent while we tear their armys up from the roots and burn them! The smell of their burning flesh will have her running right back where i want her.... do i make my self clear? *Two Weeks Later* The screams of women and children eachoed from the hills above the army stomping grounds. Heads were catapulted into the camps of aox, pla, and any residing army. Smoke bellowed from the hill tops as thousands of figured appeared at the horizen, holding torches and weapons. The ground shook with the footsteps of the massive army approuching. Who did this army belong to? The spectrum of warriors approaching was unheard of, and didnt make sense to any of the warriors looking on where did they come from? Why were they here? They had no time to find out.. Every army and every camp headed to arm themselves and prepare for an all out war as the rumble below their feet became a roar. The army was advancing... and fast.