Then suddenly, the royal tombs exploded. Emerging from the smoke and rubble, are taxis after taxis of phalangitai and ile after ile of cavalry. Unlike any other, these men (and horses) are all wearing powered-armour made of mithril, armed to the teeth with plasma sarrisae, force-field generating shields, anti-gravity homing javelins and each bearing an energy-bladed kopis for a side arm.
The standard bearer, bearing a holographic image of God-King Maion, marched forward. Face projected a hundred times the normal size, the god king of kings called for an end to the fighting. Sonic refused on the grounds that he is a philromaios, and he and his army were quickly reduced to red mist from a single javelin launched from amongst the cavalry. The fighting promptly ended.
Reunited, and Lykos having to wash the army's dishes for a week as a punishment for allying with Sonic, the unstoppable army marched towards Barbaropolis once again...
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