Author's Notes:

Another chapter out, this one took forever to finish. Hope you guys like it.

“Sometimes it’s easy to forget in just how HOT the desert can be outside the city.” Susi commented as the sounds of marching hoofs echoed behind her.

I just grumbled. “Well at least YOU don’t have to suffer the mistake of wearing Flip Flops in the middle of the desert. Just image how it feel for my feet.” I retorted.

Susi looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. “But you are seated here with me in the same chariot. How can you complain about the hot sand when you are not even walking across it?” She pointed out which caused me to look down before focusing back on susi.

“I was talking about BEFORE I hopped into this chariot.” I pointed out myself before looking back at the marching army behind us.

By the way, just for information, the chariot that I am currently residing on is being pulled by two Zebras…mares in fact. Why? Because someone thought that maybe, the MALE king, would be pleased if he had a duo of mares to stare at. The backside of mares mind you.

Too bad for this guy that I have strong morals, otherwise his idea might be somewhat justified in regards to sex appeal. What I will be crediting the guy for would be the fact he actually had the sensibility to strap on a pair of mares with actual tails instead of that bunny tail nonsense that Nami has.

I can do a trip through the heat without having an image of Zebra ass and vag in front of me thank you very much.

The other two Zebra’s that went with me where of course Bakuss, and to my surprise the new high priest dude as well with his god smash and own chariot. The reason why he is with us on this fine day is simple because of the fact that he wishes to observe and record the battle himself for records sake, and to also present it to his acolytes back in the temple when the deed is done, not to mention offer spiritual guidance as well or whatever.

If he wants to be a spiritual support to his troops then so be it. Believes and moral go hand in hand after all.

“You know what I should have brought with me?” I randomly announced which got Susi’s attention.

“No, no I do not. If you mean your requested supplies of Cheese, coffee and a…soap bowl of all things then I have no idea on what could possibly be missing of your personal belongings on this campaign.” She recalled before the chariot suddenly of a bumped into a bit of rock which caused both of us to jump and jerk on our seats.

“Note to self, need to introduce the concept of suspension to these Zebra’s” I mentally noted while fighting off a curse from yet another bump that rocked our cart.

I think adding a better road system would also be a thing to do.

What can I say, I got spoiled by the modern norms of my home world.

I steadied myself onto the railing of the Chariot as I replied. “Well Penelope of course.” I answered which in turn caused Susi to look up at me weirdly.

“You want to take a baby dragon with you to a battlefield? Why in the gods above would you want to do that?” She questioned.

I just grinned. “Simple, just imagine the physiological effects of fire. Just tickle Penelope on her nose and she will be sneezing fire in no time. Just aim at the general direction where the enemy is coming from and let it rip. Easy and simple.” I explained before raising finger. “Plus she would also act as a good distraction, which means that I don’t have to feel the weight of responsibility as much as I do know.” I added solemnly at the end with my head trooping down at the railing.

Susi patted me on the back. “Hey it will be fine your highness, most of the planning and ideas were already discussed back at the meeting, which means most of the actual dirty work so to say, lies now in the Hoof of Bakuss and his Officers. So really all you need to do is watch and occasional step in when you feel the time is right. According to your proposed plan I am sure that victory should be certain.” She tried to re-ensure which was kind of helpful.

That is her job really after all. To make me forget things.

“How about some Coffee to calm your nerves?” She suggested.

It was then when a servant suddenly came galloping from the back ranks. She held a silver tablet in her mouth with my mug of coffee on it.

I perked up at that, forgetting all of my woes and taking my novelty mug from her. I thanked her which made her smile and return somewhere at the back. I was about to take a sip from it when another pebble decided to stand in our way which caused the chariot to violently jerk up.

The end results were predictable.

Some of the coffee spilling directly onto crotch and doing wonders for my already sweaty boxers underneath.

I screamed. “AHHH HOT, THIS DESERT IS ALREADY HOT ENOUGH AND NOW I AM GETTING A DICK FULL OF HOT COFFEE INTO MY BOXER. NEXT INNOVATIONS FUCKING SUSPENSIONS, LIKE SERIOUSLY.” I ranted which caused one of the mares pulling us to look over her shoulder towards me.

Susi just frowned before ordering a parasol behind us to get some shade in.

Yeah did I ever mentioned that we had NO sun protection this entire time? I am either going to suffer from sun burns or a sunstroke when all of this is over. All because of some buff horny dude had scratch himself on the balls and has decided that someone else should receive his load of bull instead of his wife.

What a dick, first threatening my realms and its peoples, and not also contributing to a night of puking my guts out in someone else’s toilet.

My “lampenfieber” at this point got swiftly replaced by a healthy level of anger and annoyance, forcing me to go into the desert on nothing but flip flops. The nerves.

I guess today I am going to add a new set of trinkets for everyone back at the dining halls. The horns of Minotaur’s, Celtic style.

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Back in the Palace something else is happening. A certain baby dragon getting the hiccups thanks to overfeeding and a lack of patting her back, which results in some of the hottest hiccups that a person can turn one about…or off giving the fact that we are dealing with actual fire here.

Four individuals began to panic as a large decorative curtain within the royal chamber are set on fire thanks to a hiccups.

“I told you not overfeed her.” Little stepped shouted as her sister tried to point the dragon at something else that isn’t flammable.

“You did NOT. All I heard was you instructing me on how to feed an infant in the first place. I never fed a baby dragon, or any other infant for that matter.” She shouted back, not really helping the situations these two got themselves in.

Najero was just laughed at this whole ordeal while Nami was trying to get the aforementioned “Fire extinguisher” in their guide to put out the curtain, otherwise they will be all in a much deeper hole than they already are towards the higher ups.

Except for the king, he seems to not give a shit most of the times.

Alexander would just go ahead and pick ANOTHER room for himself if déjà vu was repeating itself. Which is why he first vacated the room of all of his personal belongings before even leaving the city.

He is clever after all.

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“Your highness…YOUR HIGHNESS!!” I heard Susi shout through my earbuds.

I removed them from my…well ears and looked down at her. A look of leveled irritation on her features.

I shrugged. “What? Sorry I was listening to the “Hell march” while pretending that I was leading the red army or something. Did you say something?” I responded which in turn just made her pucker her lips a bit like a child, which by the way looked super adorable on her.

“Yes, Yes I was. Like many times over” She stated before pointing a hoof at something.” We have finally arrived at Serpents Bridge, and just over at the other side our scouts have just sighted and reported that the Minotaur army is marching around the cliff side as we speak. Both our army and theirs are literally facing each other now with only the Serpent sea separating us.” She explained mostly likely having been the tenth time in a row judging by her tone.

I turned off my phone and removed my ear buds completely before starting off into the pointed distance. She was right we have finally reached our destination. Down below the large cliff we are overlooking was indeed the coast of the Serpent Sea and most importantly the wide and long bridge that connects the east to west. On the other side, or should I say, the Saddle Arabian side where a lot more…cliffs compared to ours with more greenery as well like Palm trees and what not. Our side was a lot more shitty, dry, rocky with large overhangs. Granted we are a lot closer to the grand desert we just crossed through but still.

I want my shit to look good too.

“Well here we are. Better to put our forces into formation quickly before the enemy can even see us. Perhaps then by seeing our forces blocking the bridge they might reconsider their assault on Zebrican soil.” Bakuss stated as he suddenly came up next to our chariot.

I scuffed. “And I think that you are having delusional wishes. As if it would be THAT easy.” I countered with a gesture at the incoming enemy.

Bakuss sighed. “Yes I know your highness but…one can dream.” He said before looking behind him. “DID YOU HEAR IT, WE MARCH DOWN TOWARDS THE BASE OF THE BRIDGE AND FORM OUR FORMATION. MOVE!” He commanded while pointing the bridge below.

There was a loud and almost in sync “HUA” before the sounds of thousands of marching hoofs echoed through the canyon. Soon though rows upon rows of five thousand heavily armored and cloaked Zebra guard marched past me and Susi. There super long pikes raised high and vertically into the heavens and there strapped on shields gleaming in the desert sun, with their head dresses flowing through the desert winds.

Come to think that sights like these very previously only possibly in games like Total war, but seeing this for myself, right in front of me with me being the king is practically faint inducing.

No really…Susi was actually forced to support my form from completely collapsing onto the floor. The key word here is forced because I literally leaned right on top of her, attentional or not is open for debate.

“By the love of Tzerath, I knew you were heavy but not THIS heavy. “She grunted as she tried to keep herself from being floored.

I shook my head before getting back up. “No time for silly shit, it’s time to get serious, a battle is about to happen, a battle of rights and bragging right.” I told myself while fixing my purple toga and bling.

Yes because a leader must always look his best in public while blood gets sprayed all over his robes. Hope it won’t actually come to that…because I don’t want to attract whatever version of aids these anthropomorphic bulls have on them.

I still want to hook up with some mermaids if those exist here.

A second chariot suddenly pulled up next to ours, a certain priest of war looking over the assembling forces while holding a parchment and quill in front of him.

“Well it seems like this is it then. I can already spy the enemy from over here. They have just arrived at the other end of the bridge.” Akadar pointed out which caused all of us the look. True to his words there was movement happening on the other end of the sea. My much sharper eyes giving me the confirmation that we are indeed dealing with Greek mascots.

I can barely see the outlines of horns from here.

So that is what seeing like an eagle feels like.

Seriously ever since I got here I just somehow got a boost on many aspects of my physic. Monkey like acrobatics, enhanced reflexes with those Gazelles, prototype style wall running, and certain senses like sight have gone up too, in this case way up as I can vaguely make out the Minotaur’s on the other side despite the fact that it must be like 2 or 3 kilometers from here and the other end.

Me and the rest watched as our troops got into formation with Bakuss barking the orders. Soon, our side of the bridged was completely plugged off by our studs and mares with their pikes still pointing upwards, but that can quickly change let me tell you.

But still, the large line of Zebra guards wielding long pikes is truly a sight behold, especially with the waving insignias of their legions and the Cities crest held by banner carriers. Equally impressive was how all non-combatant personnel immediately started the construction of the medical posts. Should we win then it would be our first and foremost concern to get the wounded treated. After the battle was concluded the soldiers could start helping with setting up the camp. It would have been preferable if this could have been done a day or so before the minotaurs showed up to also give the men some time to regain their strength, but you needed to work with the cards you were dealt.

It’s like playing total war in real life…with all the real life repercussions of course.

But I felt confident, both in their abilities and mine. Well mostly theirs because I can’t possibly be bothered to go down there to risk my life. I am crazy but not stupid. Especially when I have ZERO training in the arts of fighting.

“Shouldn’t we be moving a little bit further down to be closer” I wondered as a couple of supply wagons stopped behind us and took position on the overhang where we are standing at.

Akadar shook his head. “Not necessary. As High Priestess Susara stated, most of the work will now be in the hoof of your trustworthy commander and officers. We can’t have you in harm’s way for many obvious reason. Even if things to go south your survival will mean a lot to the populace back home. They might always be a second chance, especially since our enemies do not know the sands as well as we do.” The old stud explained.

I scratched my head as a response. Honestly he is right, whenever a leader falls in battle it usually kills moral if the troops know or in another scenario it can creates a power vacuum if a suitable heir isn’t present to fill that gap, and a heir I obviously don’t have and probably won’t for a very long time.

So really, naturally there is still a lot at stake here. Especially since my rule hasn’t been that long and I haven’t established anything that can guarantee stability for future representative. So again his worries might be well placed.

But I am just getting distracted again, not a very good moment to mentally wander off especially when I can literally see the army of horns moving forward and occupying the eastern side of the bridge.

Yes occupy, as in stopping with only one of them continuing along the path towards our army.

I don’t know why but I am getting some serious Troy vibes here. The Movie I mean. I already knew that this guy moving along towards our troops must be some kind of leader figure towards these Minotaur’s. A feeling which got confirmed when the guy began to shout.

“LISTEN HERE AND LISTEN GOOD. I AM GENERAL THUNDER DRUM, LEADER OF THIS MIGHTY ARMY AND EXTENDED VOICE OF KING MINAS THE STRONG. I WISH TO CONVERSE WITH YOUR LEADER PERSONALLY BEFORE ME AND MY HORDE WILL CRUSH ALL OF YOU. PERHAPS BY TALKING WE MIGHT COME TO SOME KIND OF AN AGREEMENT WHICH WILL SPARE YOU ALL UNNEEDED BLOODSHED BY YOUR IMMEDIATE SURRENDER. I HAVE SPOKEN.” He shouted, his voice just leaking of testosterone in just how deep it was.

The reaction of my studs and mares was of course not pleasant as they took his taunt to themselves and delivered their own taunts and shouts at this wanna be tough guy. As far as I know, he might actually be a tough guy judging by his frame and obvious size.

But besides that his requested of an audience still reached me, which means that I am obligated to obliged, or rather forced to accept his challenge. I am a civilized man after all, plus I do want to get a much closer look at the guy to determine what kind of culture these Minotaur’s are mimicking.

With that set in stone I fixed my toga and pulled up my pajama pants before looking down at Susi. She looked back at me, having a knowing look in her eyes.

“You are going to accept his request aren’t you?” She questioned in which I answered with a simple nod.

Akadar had its own words to say however. “You do know that you will be at the mercy of that hulking Minotaur if you accept his request. We have no archers with us, which means that nobody will be able to assist you when it turns out to be a trap.” He explained which I guess is the same thing that Susi here was thinking as well.

I just scratched my chin. “He may have a point there.” I thought while re-evaluating my plans some more.

I could bring in some guards to accompany me on this meeting but that would most likely be seen as a sign of weakness given the fact that their leader had the courage to step up alone with all of his forces stationed and waiting at the other side, and judging by the knowledge of these guys so far and the overall vibe they get off by just looking at them I would guess that these Minotaur’s value strength and courage above everything else. So of course for the sake of imagery I must not show any signs of weakness and present myself alone the same way as he did, and to also make sure that he doesn’t get any more ammunition to throw back me…verbal ammunition that is.

Plus I don’t want to be seen a pussy on the first and perhaps most important engagement of my new carrier. I mean, I am somewhat of a pussy, an ass hat, and a massive troll but nobody needs to know that, especially those that have aligned themselves against me.

Image is everything in the world of Politics after all.

Well it is decided then. I go down and listen to what this furry brute has to say and maybe get a chance to kick him on the crotch when nobody's looking.

I don’t care how many muscles you have that are stealing blood from your brain, a good Jap on the balls bring any man down, most likely even anthropomorphic bulls.

“I am going.” I simply declared while given the two mares the go ahead to move down the cliff.

Susi of course was still somewhat sceptic but kept her cool as she stayed on the chariot with me.

“Hope you know what you are doing.” I heard her silently comments as we reached the rear lines of our forces.

A chorus of cheers echoed throughout the ranks as my chariot approaches. The lines immediately parted, giving me and Susi a clear and straight path onto the bridge where the big tough guy was waiting for us.

I could see him cross his arms while holding a amused smirk on his muzzle. Mostly likely of the fact that I am riding onto the bridge on two mare which Is why I gave the two the call to stop as I wanted to just walk the rest myself to, again, give him less to chew on.

The chariot stopped and I hopped off, with Susi being close behind as the two of us made our way towards this hulking titan. I can already smell the high level of testosterone from here as we approached him…no really, there is some kind of really musky stench in the air that just seems out of place for a bridge in the middle of a Desert. Susi seems to smell it too but her reaction was a lot more…obvious on her end as she first reeled back a bit while holding a faint blush on her cheeks. That just solidifies my idea that these are MAN genes I am smelling, not a surprise considering just how buff this guy is under all that scale armor of his.

The big Minotaur lost his smirk as we approached, a look of surprise and curiosity on his fat nose feature.

“Well then, I would guess that you must be this Legendary Monkey King that the Saddle Arabians are talking about. I guess the messenger of our king must have seen things correctly when he saw a hair and tailless ape in front of the old Palace.” He commented.

I of course felt insulted, simply because I was more than just a hairless and tailless ape. I was THE APE. The title of “Monkey King” must mean something after all.

I crossed my arms. “Bold words coming from guy who doesn’t smell so different in comparison to a hairless ape.” I retorted, which of course got the big dudes attention.

“What did you just say?” He demanded with a scowl, a scowl I equally returned in full force.

“Listen here…SIR, you started this game, so I am just returned the favor in regards to my race. An eye for an eye if you will. I am sure your kind might be aware of such a fair trade, especially when you seem to value honor above everything else. At least on first glance.” I stated.

He relaxed of course before going back in crossing his arms and standing proud in front of me. Did I ever mentioned that his set up kind of reminds me of the Mycenaeans? Like the helmet, the design of the armor, just basically everything. Even some of the shields I see off in the distance have this cow like pattern on them. A very odd mixing of cultures in this world especially given the fact that the Mycenaeans were a Bronze age civilization. But then again who cares especially since I am in a world full of talking animals and voodoo hoodoo.

I said this before and I am saying it again, my sense of disbelieve in on an all-time low here. I am pretty much expecting EVERYTHING at this point.

He eventually just scoffed before resting his arms on his hips rather than crossing. “Well it matters not in the end anyway. In case you aren’t aware of this we are here because of YOU.” He pointed out. “Legend or not, we and a lot of other factions out there would love to keep things the way they are and a re-united Zebra nation would just mean another player in the fields of power. A new player we honestly have no need for. So in order to prevent this from happening King Minas has decided to just tear out the roots before a full blown tree can form from it. And those roots are YOU.” He stated while once again pointing a rather rude finger at me.

It was my turn to scoff. “Well if I was a root then how in heaven's name am I standing right in front of you? Aren’t roots supposed to be immobile?” I trolled back which in turn just made him confused for just a moment.

He frowned. “You have some weedy quirks, but believe me they’re not going to save you from a ten thousand strong well trained army. Surely you must know already you are terribly outnumbered. Our army is one of the finest of the world, whereas I can’t even remember the last time a Zebra army fought against a minotaur or any trained army for that matter. When my army crushes yours and it will then I will drag you in chains back to the Minos isles, not to mention taking your lands as an added price. I offer you this. You surrender to me and I will swear you will get a fair treatment and your people will be peacefully annexed as opposed to the ‘rougher’ way we normally do annexing.” He shot back which in turn caused me to blink, turn around and to see nothing but the desert behind me before looking back at the dude with a raised eyebrow.

“Seriously?” I began with a thump pointed over my shoulder.” You seriously want THAT? The world’s largest sandbox?” I questioned with again my best British expression I can muster.

I returned to my normal pose with a shrug. “I mean, if your goals are to construct the largest sandcastle known to time and space then by all means. But other than that the lands offer nothing in return besides sand, rocks and a serious case of heatstroke. Not the best place you want to conquer to be honest.” I added casually.

The big guy just grunted, slamming a hoof against the old stone before pointing another rude finger at me. “Enough talk, your mockery has gone far enough even for my taste. Either accept my offer or go ahead and prepare you forces. Choose wisely because if you take the second option we will only meet again when you’re in chains. I have spoken.” He declared waiting patiently on my reply.

I rested my hands on my hips. “What a load of BULL-shit.” I commented before turning around and walking back to my forces with Susi following close behind.

Her look filled with worry. “So this is it then. We are at war. I guess certain prices must be paid in order to rebuild something that has been lost.” She commented, a statement which I have to agree on.

At least now I know that there ARE outside powers that would love for the Zebra’s to stay fractures. I mean I already knew that something more complex was in the works when I was first attacked, but this just makes it even clearer. Though the question still remains. Who or what tried to kill me on that day. I don’t think it was the Minotaur’s as it does seem out of character for a race that values battle and the honor of their warriors, not to mention they would make terrible assassins given their natural size. Anyone would be able to notice big buff Minotaur’s running around the Palace or down at the city.

But I am once again removing myself from the current issue. I have a war to get through before I can even think about investigating this case further. Hopefully winning this battle would either send out a clear message or throw more wood into the fire. Spite alone can be enough to fuel a war after all, not the mention all the small and mundane things too.

The troops were shouting and taunting in all eagerness as me and Susi made pushed our way back to the rear lines after we boarded the chariot. I implore their enthusiasm but this is still a war. They soon will soon be fighting for their lives -which is on its own- would be a great motivator on its own. It’s really all in their training and discipline, if these guys hold true to the training and cooperation we have taught them then everything should -in theory- be fine. But you know how the old saying goes, no plan ever survives first contact. So again all I can do now is wait and crossing every finger and toe I have that this will work.

Bakuss immediately approached us the moment we returned to the safety of the rear. He also looked ready and eager to kick some ass and to proof himself. Probably literally, since he is basically part horse.

“Your highness, I would advise you and High Priestess Susara to retreat back on the top of the cliff for your safety. The First Line of Minotaur’s are already moving across the bridge as we speak.” He instructed before pointing a hoof at the aforementioned direction.

Both me and Susi looked back towards the Bridge and truth to his words the first line of Minotaur’s were indeed moving forwards, stomping and hitting their war axes against their chest plates in an act of strength and intimidations.

Not sure if Mycenaeans used war axes but whatever, not really the moment to get all historical on this things.

Bakuss of course wasted no time, returning to his fellow guards and barking his orders.

“DO NOT BE INTIMIDATED, REMEMBER YOUR ROLES AND TRAINING, ON MY ORDERS LOWER YOUR PIKES AND BRACE YOURSELFS.” He shouted as he returned to the front most row where he most likely wants to be.

I have to say I have never seen or imagined such a side of him even existing. Sure he seemed a lot more dedicated then the lot but still. Maybe it’s some kind of ancestry thing? To be fair I have never even wondered or personally ask about his or his family history. Never felt the need or had the idea to ask him in the first place. But even so, if this truly works out the same way how I imagine it to be then I should certainly give this guy some more respect and perhaps even a raise if I can even remember to do so.

“Your highness we need to return to the hill. Staying down here is too dangerous for us.” Susi urged.

I could only agree. Telling the two mares to hurry back up the cliff where Akadar was waiting for us. I immediately hopped off the Chariot the moment we reached the top and quickly made my way over to the edge of the cliff that overlooks the bridge and the sea below us.

I would like to imagine that this was some kind of all-round 3D Cinema with all round sound, but for the sake and respect for the Mares and Stallions down there who are literally risking their lives for their families, honor and their nation I will force down my inner antics and be serious for once.

“Some Coffee your highness?” A servant suddenly came up as I was about to engage serious mode.

I blinked, before scratching my chin in thought “But then again, I still can’t say no to a good cup of joy, even in front of an upcoming battle that basically dictates the fate and future of everyone. In fact caffeine at this very moment wouldn’t be that bad of an idea, especially when this is probably going to be the most nerve racking moment in my entire life. Right next to my final college exam.” I thought to myself before taking the offered mug from the servant.

Certainly only caffeine can help me to get through this.

“Wonder if I should play “Battle on the big Bridge” or not. Seems both appropriate and inappropriate at the same time.” I wondered as my gaze slowly and surely travelled down to my right pocket where my Cellphone was.

“Nah.” I announced before just taking a sip and placing my trust on Bakuss and my guards.

You better not fuck this up Bakuss, because if you do we will all be fucked.

Dead I mean, not in a sexual way or whatever.

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Bakuss and his guards were all ready and eager. He and his entirely line where patiently waiting as a front of big, armored, and war axe wielding Minotaur’s where charging down directly towards there them.

Shouting, taunting, eager and thirsty for battle, like a hungry hunter charging down towards it’s prey. Bakuss knew it, his fellow guards knew it. This was war, this was it, now there was no more turning back. They are the very first and perhaps the most critical line that stance between them and the final chance in regaining their heritage and glory. Not to mention all the families and loved ones that are waiting and hoping for them back home.

This was all the motivation they needed, they could not lose, and by the gods and all the ancestors above they surely won’t.

Bakuss gaze hardened as the charging horde came closer and closer. A plan quickly forming in his head.

“LOWER THE PIKES ON MY SIGNAL, NOT A MOMENT EARLIER OR LATER.” He shouted, his mares and stallions responding with a collective “hoi” as there tightened their grips.

The Minotaur’s were getting closer, the details and carvings on their bronze armor becoming clearer and clearer to see with each passing second. Even there stench became much more noticeable for some.

This was it, they were almost on top of them.

Realizing that this was the moment Bakuss sharply turned to his fellow Zebra’s with one quick order in mind. “NOW, LOWER YOUR PIKES NOW.” He quickly barked, his voice easily echoing through the air despite the loud battle cries of the Minotaur’s.

Almost like a well-oiled machine, all of the pikes lower in complete sync with one another as both mares and stallion supported one another on their shoulders as they stood on just their hind legs and using both their front hooves to hold and keep the pikes steady and in line with one another.

This sudden and unexpected move was meant with fatal success as those leading the charge where both unable to react in time as their speed and combination of their great weight meant that they were unable to stop themselves before unintentionally impaling themselves on the pikes before them.

The first spurts of blood were drawn with the grounds of ancient white stone bridge being tainted with it. The unlucky first began to gasp and choke in their own blood as there impaled abdomens were leaking of their needed life fluids.

The Zebra’s responsible for their first kills retracted their pikes from its beddings as more blood spew out, causing those fatal first to fall over lifeless and onto the now crimson stained blocks below.

The after effects where imminent. Some of the Minotaur’s were shocked, not having anticipated these little Zebra’s where even capable to put up a fight. But that shock immediately gave way to unrelenting anger as those that managed to halt themselves were now more than eager to crush those that stood in their way.

This was just the start of the Battle.

They all moved forward, Axes swinging with vengeance in their eyes, only to be quickly halted and pined by the wall of sharp pikes presented towards them. If they get any closer they would easily meet the same fate as their fallen comrades. The Zebras now have the distinct reach advantage, even despite their bigger frames and double handed weapons. Direct force will just get them killed.

Their commander watching this from afar noticed this problem as he growled silently to himself in dissatisfaction. He never imagined that a fractured race like these Zebras were even capable to put up a fight. For the first time for centuries he is forced to approach this battle a bit more tactical. Their strength and size advantage obviously being out of the picture thanks to the tight formation and cooperation of the Zebra’s.

“You there, Captain, call you fellow berserkers back. If they wish to cover behind their long spears and round shields then let them, we might as well stay out of there reach as well and pummel them from afar. Send in the skirmishers.” He ordered.

The aforementioned captain nods before taking a horn from his belt and blowing the signal for the Berserkers to retreat, only to be swiftly replaced by a more lighter armed and armored force.

The key word here being lighter, even though these are still big muscular Minotaur’s we are talking about.

Bakuss immediately recognizes the new incoming threat as he once again turned towards his fellow Zebra’s.

“DUCK DOWN AND SHIELDS UP, QUICKLY NOW.” Was all he needed to say before the very first waves of Javelins left there owners, and just in time too as everyone within the first and second line managed to present their guard towards the incoming projectiles with the strapped on shields they were provided with.

Some managed to do their Job while others only barely managed to keep the hardened tips to even get through, while others even succeed in passing by the view gabs that presented themselves and hitting those behind it. Two Stallion’s immediately were unlucky enough to be in the direct path of those Javelins despite their best efforts, there carefully crafted steel armor doing nothing against the sheer strength of a Minotaur’s throw. They both cried out, as they both got pierced in both their shoulder and right hind leg respectively.

Not necessarily fatal but enough to get them out from the battle for sure. The mares and stallions behind them just managed to quickly drag these unlucky first back to the safety of rear lines before another volley of Javelins came raining down upon them.

Right now, it was nothing but a volley after volley as the brave Zebra guards were unable to do anything other than to keep close and maintain their defensive position. More got hit, some just in places like the shoulder or legs but some even managed to hit true by piercing through the helmets and killing those unfortunate enough in an instant.

Again, well-crafted Zebra amor was doing very little against the sheer physical force of the Minotaur’s

There was no time to even move their bodies, especially for those who didn’t get fatally hit in the first place. Some of those tried to still keep the shield up despite their pain and injury while for others it was too late. A second missile wave finally ended their struggles with those around them being forced to only watch as their fellow guards got impaled right in front of them.

Despite this dire situation all that Bakuss and his brave guards could do was hold out. The only sounds that could be heard around them where the constant hits of metal of metal, metal to stone or metal to flesh as some still managed to pass through their defenses. The cries of those unlucky were part of the sounds, same with the grunts and panting of those still holding out behind their shields.

The air was getting thick in the stench of sweat and blood, but beside that all they could do was wait, hoping that the enemy would run out soon.

For them it felt like an eternity, but despite their deadly situation the waiting eventually paid off as the continued onslaught slowly but surely started to wither. Soon the ammunition on the enemy’s side was exhausted with the skirmishers slowly treating back.

The Minotaur’s watching this were in complete surprise that these Zebra’s even managed to stay strong. Except for their commander who was more aggravated than impressed.

“Unbelievable.” He commented with a frown on his muzzle. “From pests to downright cockroaches. I hate to admit this but these sand-dwellers actually know how to take a beating.” He muttered as the depleted skirmishers passed by his line.

He growled, his patient having completely left him at this point.

“ENOUGH OF THIS, NOW THAT WE HAVE SOFTEN THEM UP IT'S TIME TO MOVE THE MAIN FORCE IN. CAPTAIN BLOW THE HORN FOR THE MAIN CHARGE. I WANT ALL OF THEIR HEADS AND THEIR KING IN A CAGE AT THE END OF THIS DAY.” He ordered.

The Minotaur holding the captain status did as his superior asked and blew his own horn. Signaling a full scale charge of ten thousand strong.

The large horde of well-trained Minotaur warrior didn’t falter as they all cried out there battle cries before charging down the bridge towards the well battered Zebra Guards. There spears and cow patterned shields held forward, hungry for blood.

Bakuss of course noticed this as he reattached his shield on his back before drawing his own sword in its place.

“HERE THERE COME, ALL FRONT LINE REFORM, CLEAR YOUR SHIELDS FROM THEIR BURDEN OR DITCH THEM ALL TOGETHER IF YOU HAVE TO. PICK UP YOUR PIKES AND REFORM THE PHALANX. QUICKLY NOW.” He ordered, something his fellow guards didn’t needed to be told twice as they all saw the incoming horde.

Despite being battered and bruised physically, their spirits and courage were still strong as they quickly did as they captain ordered. Picking up their pikes and quickly reforming their ranks, and with a loud in sync stomp and an equally in sync formation the Phalanx was formed once more. Ready to defend and to repel the incoming invaders.

“KEEP STEADY.” Bakuss instructed as the charge was getting closer and closer.

“REMEMBER WHAT YOU ARE FIGHTING FOR. IT’S FOR US, OR HONOR AND FOR OUR FAMILIES BACK HOME. SHOW THESE MINOTAUR’S THAT WE ARE NOT WEAK. MAKE SURE THAT THOSE WHO WILL BE SPARED THIS DAY WILL BE ABLE TO SEND A CLEAR MESSAGE TO THEIR DAMN KING THAT ZEBRICA IS OURS AND TO ALL WHO CALL IT HOME AND THAT NO ONE SHOULD EVER UNDERESTIMATE US. WE SHALL CRUSH EVERYONE WHO DARES THREATEN OUR WAY OF LIFE OR STANDS IN OUR WAY IN RECLAIMING THAT, WHICH HAS BEEN LOST TO US. WE ARE THE HAIRS OF A MIGHTY LEGACY AND JUST LIKE THEM WE SHALL SHOW THE WORLD THAT WE HAVE THE MEANS TO BE STRONG AND BE MORE VICIOUS THAN A THOUSAND DRAGON WHEN CHALLENGES. SO STAND TALL AND STAND MIGHTY BECAUSE WE WILL NOT LOSE THIS DAY, NEVER AND FOREVER.” Bakuss screamed the last word out, in a way he has never done before or even imagined to be capable off. Something inside of him has awoken something he didn’t knew that he had.

The spirit of a true warrior.

The entire army of Guards also erupted into screams after Bakuss heroic speech, all of them shouting and boasting their courage and vengeance into the heavens and curses towards the invaders.

Then it began, the final clash on the big bridge. Now the real slug was beginning.

The first Minotaur’s clashed onto the pikes with their shields causing those at the receiving end to be pushed back a bit. Though this initial show of force didn’t last long as the once leading the charge were soon forced in the defense. The long pikes of their enemy smashing and praying against their shields for any openings.

The Minotaur’s were used in fighting large scales battle with close and personal one on one engagements. This was just something they have never dealt with before. A Well-coordinated and packed force wielding oversized spears. It certainly didn’t help that they were also unable to get around this obstacle. The natural chokepoint of the bridge forcing them directly into the Zebra’s waiting pikes with no other possibly direction to take beside backwards. An option that would certainly cause a few heads too role by their commander’s hands if any of them would be stupid enough to even try.

So really the only path for them all was forward, right into the waiting wall of thorns and steel.

“What in the king’s name are they DOING?! Why aren’t they slaughtering these pesky equines and pushing on further.” The commandeered demanded, his anger and level of inpatient clearly visible and audible.

Their physical prowess and battle hardened nature is famous among those that have clashed with the Minotaur Isles before. So how come a disjointed, backwater nations of quadruplets is capable in besting itself with some of the finest and most physically intimidating race on this side of the world. The mere thought of this was just infuriating to the pride stricken and battle hardened commander. Even bother line insulting in certain levels.

The commander snorted. “Tell these calves to push in and double their efforts or I will make personally sure that the king is going to cut each and everyone’s horn CLEAN OFF. I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANYTHING LESS, NOR WILL THE NOBILITY BACK HOME.” He demanded.

The message was immediately relayed to the forwards officers which got the intended effect. The Minotaur’s immediately started to be more aggressive on their push with both positive and highly negative results. With being ordered to use nothing but brute force to try and push through the Zebra’s defenses, meant so many things. Granted this more aggressive tactic could work in their minds when regarding their physical and numerical superiority, but that would obviously leave the warrior’s wide open for the defending Zebra’s on the second and third row which either end in his retreat or a swift death through impalement to the head or chest.

It also does not help their lack of experience that charging a well-organized and coordinated Phalanx from the front is an easy death sentence.

Overall their more aggressive efforts only promoted a more chaotic and of course costly attack. For every Zebra they managed to stick a dozen more Minotaur’s have to fall in price.

Even still, the Minotaur’s had numbers and size on their side, and it is clear that a Zebra’s endurance is far from endless, but unbeknownst them there spirits almost where.

At this point it was really just a battle of endurance for the Zebra’s. The Battle was hot and loud in between their ranks as their sweat and blood was stanching up the air while they all tried their best to block incoming stabs with their shields while also trying to keep other Minotaur’s at bay or help one with bringing a bull to the stick.

The line was starting to bend inward in the ever aggressive push of the Bulls. A rather dangerous development for the defender, but also for the attacker as well, as it meant that instead of having only to worry about their fronts, their now also have to watch out for their flanks as well. Places their large shields don’t protect or rather couldn’t.

Bakuss himself was busy trying to jab those closest to him. Having a couple of successful kills under his belt while also showing some cuts and bruises himself. In situations like these it's actually is quite advantageous to be physically smaller as it usually promotes easy passage through the tunnel vision and heavy focus from the bigger opponents, to cripple them on the legs or hit them on the lower abdomens. Others who have lost their pikes in this chaos also adapted to this tactic is trying to cripple those who aren’t paying them any attention. Easier said than done though, especially with more bulls backing up those behind them.

There really wasn’t anything else Bakuss could give orders about. This battle was now all about endurance and to make sure that the Bulls don’t break through. If that ever happens then the battle would be easily lost.

Some of the Minotaur’s even resulted in throwing their spears at the defender with immediate results, either getting blocked by the shields or hitting their mark and dropping another Zebra, forcing those behind to quickly fill the gap. That of course left the attackers with nothing but there backup weapon like a simple sword or war axe which has far less reach than the spear does.

At this point the Minotaur’s were beginning to have a rough time as there loses steadily increased, their dead piling up onto the pavement in front of them making precise movements rather difficult and awkward, even causing some to trip and fall with serious continuances.

The commander’s demand for a more aggressive push was now slowly and surely biting him and his forces in the rear. Their stubbornness to adapt and just use force on a strongly trenched in army was causing huge amount of unnecessary casualties on their side, and at this point it was even slowly speeding up as frustration started to kicking in.

A previously known battle hardened and strong race was being beaten by a weaker and smaller force.

The captains overlooking this battle were in a state of shock, watching as their forces were steadily killed off and pushed back. Even their traditional and prideful commander was looking at this chaos in utter disbelief.

“By the elders, what sin have we committed to receive this curse?” He muttered as the slaughter continued.

Though his disbelieve didn’t last long as it soon gave way to rage instead.

“No, I DON’T CARE IF THIS HAS SOME KIND OF WITCHCRAFT IN IT. IF MY OWN WARRIORS INCAPABLE IN DOING THEIR JOB THEN IT'S UP TO ME TO PICK UP THEIR HORRIBLE SLACK. I WILL BREAK THIS ARMY MYSELF IF I HAVE TO.” He shouted in absolute rage as he drew both his sword and axe from there holsters.

His pride was being challenge, and for a high class noble and warrior like himself there was nothing more important than his pride and honor, and as of now his pride was being heavily challenged and mocked for all the world to see. An insult his ancestry can NOT ignore. He can never return to the Isle as a loser, a disgrace which would forever relinquish the king’s faith in him and the respect of the nobility. He will finish this one way or another.

“Commander by all respect, we have to…” One of his underlings tried to suggest before being forcefully interrupted by a hand around his throat.

“You will all keep an eye on the situation, send in the rest and yourself if you must, either we end up killing every single one of those pesky Zebra’s or die here and now. Today there is NO middle ground” He retorted before marching off onto the bridge and towards the ensuing chaos.

Back in the battle things were slowly developing into the defenders favor.

“Captain behind you.” A fellow guard shouted. Bakuss didn’t even needed to turn himself around at the pointed threat as he instinctively rolled off to the side and narrowly avoid a strike from an especially large bull with a piece of a ripped of pike sticking against his side.

The Bull roared in utter fury as he quickly reeled his arm back for a second strike, only to be momentarily halted by a mare pushing her blade in the bulls back. That of course only enraged the massive bull even more as he tried to swipe the mare behind him, only this time receiving a sideways cut from a battered captain caused him to bowel in pain but still left standing. He immediately sweep his arm against the side of Bakuss head, causing the captain to be send backwards for a couple of meters before landing forcefully against a few of his fellow guards.

Bakuss quickly shook his head to get the pain and dizziness out his cranium, only for his dazed eyes to go wide when he saw the brave mare being held up by the throat from the same bull.

The mare was choking and badly struggling against the strong grip of the badly battered pull. Nobody was in a position to help her, everybody, even the once he just crashed into had other problems at their minds with their own fight to deal with.

With no time to even think, Bakuss forced himself back onto his hoof. Spying a recently slain guard with his pike still gripped in his hoof he quickly pushed the carcass away and silently wishing him a save journey to his ancestors before grabbing the still intact pike from him.

The bull was about to completely crush the mare’s windpipe when Bakuss with a large battle cry thrust the razor sharp end as hard as he could into the upper side of the Bulls torso, passing through the ribs, going through the lungs and eventually piercing its might hearth.

The bull’s eyes went wide as blood suddenly started to fill its maw. The grip around the mare lessened before completely dropping her. There was no cry or scream from the massive bull as its huge body just fell over with a loud and noticeable thud.

The mare was saved and he was dead. Not sure who this bull is or what his status was, but many that saw this might warrior’s demise enticed a sense of panic in those around him, causing them to abandon their post and started to back off. They were about to turn around for a full on retreat when a wealthy armored and royally pissed off Minotaur didn’t stopped them.

Without even saying a words he decapitated the closest Minotaur dishonorable enough to try and flee with one powerful sweep of its axe.

Bakuss knew exactly who this bull was. It was there leader who previously conversed with his king before the battle even began.

He looked obviously very unpleased in how the battle was developing for his forces and even less so that some had the audacity to turn tail and run. Even worse, after he executed his own bull his attention quickly fell on the still coughing mare. His rage filled eyes immediately going deeper at the sight of these pesky Zebra’s as he tighten the grip on his still untarnished sword.

Bakuss immediately knew the danger she was in and was about to intervene, but the fact that he was slowly sinking into exhaustion thanks to the constant fighting and the fact that the commander hasn’t even began to exert himself yet meant that he was far quicker on his strike then Bakuss was.

The mare’s eyes went wide in absolute horror when the finely crafted blade was bearing down upon her. Even more so when it finally ripped through her unprotected throat.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” Bakuss shouted as blood immediately began flow out from the mare’s gaping throat, adding to already crimson colored pavement below her.

She gasped and coughed for a couple of seconds before the last drops of life finally left her for good. Her body going completely limp as her eyes just stared off into nothing.

Bakuss was in complete shock, having just saved this brave mare’s life only for it to be taken away so easily right in front of him.

The one responsible just snorted, kicking the lifeless body away as if it was nothing.

Something inside Bakuss finally snapped when he saw this disgusting level of disrespect and disregard to someone who was just trying to defend her home. Hatred and anger quickly filled his vision as he glared death and vengeance towards the still oblivious commander in front of him.

He is the cause and reason for all of this carnage. He is the very head of this accursed snake, a head that MUST be cut off in order to finish this.

In his mind Bakuss was quickly turning from a Zebra to a roaring lion.

Picking up a nearby sword from another fallen guard he snarled and growled silently at the commander. The Minotaur commander managed to notice his challenge as he own rage filled eyes meets with Bakuss. Both knew that from that point on there was only one possible outcome. Only one will walk away from this alive while the other will meet their end.

Despite the continued fighting that was happening around them, the world mysteriously began to mute itself around these two as the only sound that was present for them was the audible breathing from one another.

It was just Bakuss and the Commander at this point, both eager to kill the other.

The one to make the first move was the Minotaur commander. Summoning in a large battle cry before charging directly at the lone Captain with both his sword and axe at the ready.

Bakuss did the same, charging down the bull with his words firmly griped in his teeth’s.

The Commander was the first to strike. Reeling the war axe on his right hand to strike down at the charging Captain. Unbeknownst to him though Bakuss mind wasn’t as blinded by rage as his was.

Spying a large wide enough gap between the commander’s legs he instinctively ducked down to avoid the sweep and slid the rest of the way on his back. Quickly letting his sword go from his mouth and snatching it in midair with both of his hoofs, before performing a vertical slice above him the moment he slid under the commander’s form.

The effects were immediate. His eyes widen as he stubbed forwards. The large gash Bakuss had given him immediately starting to bleed uncontrollably. His entire underside and inner parts of his legs were covered in his own life fluids as he fell down on his knees.

Bakuss of course took advantage of this by bouncing of the back of an oblivious Minotaur in mid slide and giving him some impressive air and pushing the bull off his hoofing and directly into the path of two fellow guards.

Rising the blade over his head with both hooves, landing on the commander's back and slamming the blade down as hard as he possibly could into the exposed neck, punching through his neck spine before easily going through the rest of the thick bull's neck, the tip eventually coming out the front end with a sick wet sound.

All the Minotaur leader could do is give off a grunt as he stared off into nothing. His beautifully ordinated armor being ruined in his own red fluids.

Bakuss huffed, holding onto the handle of the sword and keeping himself steady on his back with his back legs. His muzzle moving close to the commander’s ear.

“And so…the mighty have fallen. Go tell your king from the afterlife…that he ever thinks of moving his armies…towards Zebrica’s soil again…we will do the same thing… as we have done to you… Bakuss panted into the slow twitching ears of the Commander.

“Fair well then.” He whispered before retreating his blade and jumping off the bulls back.

The commander gave off one last gurgle before falling forward. His body giving off a loud thud and splash thanks to pool of blood under him.

This action alone finally broke what little moral was left inside the Minotaur’s army as many have witnessed the quick and humiliating death of their commander. With nothing left to really fight for and knowing that their losses were already too great at this point the surviving Minotaur’s simply abandoned their assault and retreated back to the east side of the bridge, only for the first line of Zebra to quickly put on the peruse, just to make sure that they do leave their lands while at the same time stabbing those to slow.

Knowing that this was finally the end of the battle, the remaining Zebra’s began to healthfully shout and cry out in celebration at this glorious accomplishment. Not only did they manage to hold their ground against a numerical and physically superior foe, but also managed to defeat them in an almost legendary level.

Many of them raised their pikes, swords, shields or just their bare hooves and began celebrating their victory. Shouting and laughing at what was left of the retreating Minotaur Army and encouraging those who were in peruse.

The level of Joy and relief the remaining Zebra army was feeling was indescribable. Many have never even experience true warfare before. So actually surviving and winning the day was nothing short of astonishing too many of their minds.

Despite his overwhelming exhaustion, Bakuss could still produce a small smile as he collapsed backwards onto the ground. Huffing and gasping for air as he just stared up into the cloudless blue sky above him. Even forcing what little strength he has left inside of him to remove his heavily battered helmet and casting it aside, letting his surprisingly long mane rest freely onto the bloody pavement below him.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment of rest despite the celebration that was happening behind him.

He was just too tired to do anything else at the moment. He fully accomplished his duty for his country and its king, there is nothing left for him to do besides rest.

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Up here on the cliff side was just as high as a celebration as it was down there. The moment the entire Minotaur army began to retreat was the moment when everybody began to cheer. Especially Susi, as she immediately went over to Akabar to give him a death hug while singing the praises of the gods and ancestors.

Akabar on the other end just smiled and let the mare be.

The simply servants and commoners who were in charge of the supply caravan also cheered. For everybody this was just a titanic achievement. So why the heck was I not partying alone with them?

Simple…because I was TOO BUSY BLINKING THE OVERDOSE OF CAFFEINE OUT OF MY EYES. That or I just forgot to blink at some point. Again, something that 27…or what it 34…mugs of coffee can do to you.

I rubbed my eyes. “For fuck sake…did I even drink so much?” I wondered trying to get rid of my 144p vision and trying to get it back up to 4k

This is what I get for not reading the manuals.

A servant suddenly came up to me, holding a tray with my novelty mug on it filled with coffee. She gave me a smile, asking me if I was interesting in another cup of coffee.

I just gave her a “are you fucking serious” kind of looks while knocking my index finger against my skull. She thankfully (for her) immediately got the message and quickly retreated with an awkward smile.

Normally I would be unable to say no to such a nice gesture but I obviously I was obviously on the brink of madness…well TOTAL madness to be more precise, that not even mentioning the problem of sleep that I will most likely encounter later tonight.

Wonder if these Zebra have Chloroform?

That’s when Susi had to show her hyperactive face. “Isn’t this amazing your highness? Despite all odds our forces still managed to pull out a win thanks to your training method and weapon designs. If this won’t send out a message like you have planned then…” Susi began before I interrupted her.

“Yes, yes I know. I can hear it in your tone and celebrations that the Battle was a total success. Too bad that I kind of spaced out somewhere in the middle of it duo to an overdose of Caffeine.” I explained while rubbing my eyes again.

The only thing I vaguely remember was an image of Willy Wonka the Cookie monster and some talking Mercedes…that’s it. Not sure what they accidentally mixed into that Mug of mine, but…I won’t complain if they gave me that mux again. I always wanted to visit that Chocolate Factory for myself, just so that I can try and steal it away from Willy.

I am going off topic again aren’t I?

I blinked a couple of times before giving myself a well-deserved slap in the face. Need to focus here.

“Anyway, I think it’s about time to go down there and access the damage.” I declared with a raised finger.

I didn’t even bother to wait for a response before I simply walked off, passing by the two mares still strapped on my chariot and shooing them off. I just feel that in a sign of respect of those that have most likely fallen in battle that I should approach them by foot rather than wheel.

Plus I am suffering from a serious case of pins and needles in my legs for standing still so long. Need to pump some blood in my already under trained legs.

Akadar quickly hopped off from his cart and approached me at the beginning of the slope. Telling me that he wishes to have a closer look at well so that he can start counting the casualties. Susi of course being to ever so vigilant mare that she is was obliged to follow the over enthusiastic Monkey king down to the planes of Hades.

Why Hades? Well dead bodies.

Thankfully the path down the cliff wasn’t really that long otherwise my natural senses of laziness would have kicked in and I might have actually called for two pulley mare to come and get me. We eventually made it down to the still celebrating force at the foot of the bridge. Some managed to notice us and quickly stopped what they were doing. Others around them eventually noticed this and did the same. A lot were of course confused at the sudden presence of both their king and tenders to their pantheons, but besides that they all somehow knew what was going through our minds as they all parted, giving me and the my two companions a straight path into the mass body pile that practically decorated one fourth of the bridge.

It was only then when the reality of war kicks in.

Susi predictably flinched at that sight while Akadar just stayed stoic. I on the other hand just kept casual as I walked through the path that was provided for us. The guards curiously looking at us as we passed by them, all keeping silent.

The further we moved past the ranks the more obvious of their struggles became. Perfectly shined and well-kept armor and equipment were steadily sporting more and more bumps, cuts and even of course blood stains, most noticeable on their pikes swords and even shields. We even passed by a couple of guards were here supported by one or two of his or her colleges thanks to a bloody or broken limb.

I was slowly feeling guilty for having…mildly passed out in the middle of their life and death situation. I should have at least shouted “Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole” for a sign of support.

What? I am part German which means Football is the very first thing that would come to mind. And yes I am referring to the one sport where they ACTUALLY use their foot.

Then we finally reached what was left of the front lines, and it was only then when the carnage finally became one hundred percent clear. Not just by look but obviously by stench as well. Dried and fresh blood, mixed in with the sweat of both living and decomposing bodies. The heat of the desert doing incredible wonders on freshly slain carcasses.

The massive losses the Minotaur must have suffered were blatantly obvious, even more so when personally standing in the mitts of it. But what quickly got my attention the most where of course the dead of our own guards and just how many there were.

Not as overwhelmingly numerous as Minotaur’s but still noticeable.

Akadar immediately went to work in trying to get a number out in just how many casualties we have suffered while Susi was busy giving off save journeys to those she can recognize within the dead. I on the other hand just looked at the aftermath of the battle.

Honestly, I would have never imagined it to be THIS bad. I have only ever seen such images in either games or movies, but actually seeing something like this with my own eyes can be quite thought provoking. I mean I am probably just beating around the bush here but really, I got nothing to directly say to this without making myself sound really cheesy and unoriginal…or disrespectful to those that scarified their lives.

I am an ass but not THAT kind of an ass.

These are just a real life consequences of war. Unlike in games or movies people's will actually die while fighting.

War, War never changes, and I don’t care if I am ripping off Fallout because that statement is still true.

While wandering around a bit my gaze eventually fell on a particular Zebra body. This one being a mare if her smaller muzzle and obvious eye lashes were anything to go by. Her throat was slit, an immediate recognition and cause of her demise, but what was really draw my attention where the lifeless open eyes staring up into the heavens.

Kneeling down beside her body I did the very first thing that flashed through my head, gently closing her eyes for her. She looked fairly young, certainly younger than even compared to Susi, which makes her death even that more tragic and also somewhat more heroic than it normally would.

Being so young and still volunteering yourself for the defense of the nation deserves nothing more than the highest level of respect, even more so when considering the fact that I would have most likely be facing the other way instead, because going yolo in real life is just too crazy and stressful, even for me.

Also dangerous.

“Your highness?” Akadar suddenly called out as he walked up to me.

I got up and dusted myself off, giving him my full attention. He just handed me a scroll which I curiously took. I opened it and…just frown. “Note to self…need to learn their alphabet.” I thought to myself before handing it back to him.

“Can’t really read your Zebra alphabet.” I pointed out as I gave it to him.

He just nods in understanding. “Forgive me then. Let me just tell you what the casualties numbers are.” He announced which caused me to rub my chin in interest.

“Already? Well that was quick.” I commented.

He just looked down at his notes before replying.” With the help of some of the other guards I managed to get an estimate of around 900 dead. What the death count of the Minotaur’s are is still unknown though. But by just looking around I can easily tell it’s a lot higher than ours.” He explained before gesturing to the pile of fallen bulls further down the bridge.

I moved my lips from left to right and hummed. These must be the dead of the first who charged head on into the Phalanx. Not sure what enticed these bulls to charge dick first into a wall of pikes but whatever. Their pride, inexperience and idiocy towards a Phalanx is our win for the day.

Do not question the convenient.

My gaze fell back on the mare I just gave my last regards too before looking back out into the carnage, from Zebra bodies to bulls. For starters it was obvious that we are going to take the dead with us so that they can all receive a proper ceremony and burial with their families and love one by their side. Though what about the honored dead of the Minotaur’s? Granted their where the enemy and a major part of the reason why these 900 brave soldiers of ours lost their lives, but just like ours they are just soldiers too. Trained to follow the orders of their superiors. They just did what was ask of them and so they did, it’s really not their fault but rather their duty. In fact, the true blame always belongs to those higher up on the food chains, not just for their aggression but also for their incompetence of letting them charge head first into a Phalanx in the first place.

Or at least that’s the impression that I am getting here when just looking around myself. Again I was high on Caffeine for most of the Battle. Which also just reminds me.

“Where Bakuss of the capital B?” I asked out loud.

“I am here your highness.” I heard him reply from somewhere.

I of course began to look around myself, only to eventually spot him getting up behind a rather large and rather recognizable bull.

I puckered my lips and mild surprise when I first saw his hair. “Damn, thats some Fabio level hair right there. How did he kept that shit tuckered in inside his overdressed tin can?” I thought to myself as he fully got up.

He too had a lot of cuts and bruises here and there, not just his armor but his skin as well. It clear that he too was very active during the battle, especially when seeing all those blood stains in his fur.

He rubbed his head tiredly before ducking down and picking something up. His helmet from the looks of it before trotting around a couple of bodies and making his way over to us, although a bit clumsy.

I can tell from just looking at him that he was utterly exhausted. His half lidded green eyes and his access breathing, and of course, that long Fabio hair, seriously I cannot get over the fact that he hid all that hair under his helmet this entire time. How come he hasn’t suffered from a head stroke yet, his brain must be cooking in there.

This might be the wrong thing to focus one, but whatever, it’s better to focus on THAT then all of those dead bodies around me.

Talking about dead bodies. “Akadar, could you please go ahead and instruct those from the rear most lines to start collecting all of the bodies for transport. You should be able to understand the reasons as to why.” I instructed while looking at him.

He nods. “No problem, I was about to suggest that course of action myself. All of these fallen souls do deserve a proper ceremony back at the city for their heroic sacrifices.” He confirmed.

I stopped him before he could trot off though. “Oh and also tell them to collect the Minotaur’s as well.” I added which in turn caused Bakuss to look up at me in both confusion and…slight anger?

“What why?” He demanded. “Why would you care for those that kill so many of our kind?” He continued with a stomp of a hoof.

Bias much. I was kind of expecting such a response to come up from someone but certainly not from him, or that kind of tone. Guess this battle did more than just exhaust him. Not sure what he did or what he saw while I was out…beside a lot of peoples getting killed left and right. But still, turn down your Bias here.

I raised both of my hand in a calming gesture before answering. “Well simple, I doubt that their men are ever going to come back for them, so instead of leaving them all here and stinking up this bridge, we might as well collect them all and give them their own proper rites as well, via bonfire of course.” I explained which seemed to do nothing to calm him down.

“Rite’s? I saw their leader kill an injured and defenseless mare in front of my very eyes after I just saved her. Not just him, but I observed the same act of heartless murder being done by many of his bulls as well. I don’t know what kind of honor they seem to uphold, but what I saw where warriors turning into nothing but brutal killers.” Bakuss ranted, his tone getting louder with every word.

“Well not sure in what world you live in but when it comes to survival a lot of instincts will kick inside someone's mind, instincts that easily undermined all kinds of self-honor and fairness.” I thought to myself. But at the same time I can kind of understand on what he is getting at here.

He just wanted to do his best in protection those who needed it, and watching that fail or get snatched away from despite his best efforts does summon up some physiological effects in someone's mind. Especially for someone who has never seen war before. The first time is always hard, and that logic doesn’t only extend to war. I mean, having sex for the first time is hard too…for a woman at least.

I rest my hands on the hips. “Bakuss, you seem to forget that these bulls here were just ordinary soldiers like you. Soldiers who are just following their orders and believes that has been pumped into their brains from their superiors. Granted they did eventually began to fight more desperately, but really who wouldn’t try to do everything just to survive when their very lives are on the line. A lot of morals go automatically out the window when such scenarios are presented themselves to someone.” I explained, but I obviously wasn’t done as I continued. “Also, if you truly need to be pissed off at someone then aim it towards their leaders. King, generals and so on. They are the once responsible giving out the orders and placing these ideas into everyone's head. Again, all they ever did was follow orders.” I finalized by crossing my arms.

Bakuss after that looked rather thoughtful, before calming down and sighing. My logic having clicked inside of him. Yes, yes I know that there is vastly more complexity in play when it comes to the true bad guys in a war, but really all I wanted to do was calm the stud down. Plus I also wanted things to develop quicker so that I can finally leave this god forsaken desert and get back to civilization.

All I can hope for is that this victory has managed to send out a message to the known world and that I…or rather we can enjoy some peace and quiet for a while. Well especially for me as this has most likely ruined my weekend.

This still leaves one pressing issue unsolved though, the still ongoing project of re-unification. When that is done it would certainly be a lot dumber for an outside force to try and Challenge us. If I can create such convincing results with just five thousand dudes and/or gals and one simple military intervention, just imagine the military power house I can ejaculate out of the sand with a whole race under one banner.

These guys have already proven themselves to be excellent in fighting, cooperation and discipline. I am not saying that I am already dreaming about glorious conquest and campaigning to extend our sphere of influence, but still, one can just wonder.

With nothing else to do I just clapped my hand as a sign of finalization. “Well then, with all of this resolved and done let’s just get to work shall we? First off put everybody who isn’t ready to drop death from exhaustion to work on setting up our camp. We don’t need walls or a ditch around the camp as I doubt the minotaurs will be back, but just to be certain put sentries around the camp, send some patrols to scout the area and put some on the bridge. Send the wounded to the medical posts. After that give the soldiers some food and give them some off time. Starting tomorrow morning I want the soldiers to start collecting the honored dead. Ours first and after that we will do the same for the deceased minotaurs.” I declared, before kneeling down to Aka to whisper something. “Also to get an accurate number in just how many have died on the enemy side I want them counted before they get burned on the pyre’s as well. I would love to have a comparison’s in just how effective my plan was.” I added in which he just nods.

With everything said and done I casually made my way out of this murder field and back into less tainted ground, not just because of the smell but also just for the sake of getting away from it. Again, seeing a pile of dead bodies in game compared to actual real live is a major difference. Certainly a good enough reason as to why I left Penelope back at home in the first place.

Talking about a certain red and orange dragon, I wonder how many rooms she has put to the torch already now that her two normal caretakers are on vacation?