"This I command," the voice bellowed, belonging to no one. Yet the actors looked to be listening with intent. "For toying with the followers of my promises, pressing them to oppression and torture… do not take pity. Slay every man from the enemy's army. Do this for my glory."
There was a loud rumbling as the chariots entered the stage. The soldiers faced them with swords, unafraid, as they swore their life to their faith, their God. There was none but tension between the two. One side led by their commander, who had sworn himself to worship idols, whilst the other was led by a prophetess and the army's leader. But much more than that, they were led by the Greater One who created the heavens and earth.
There were sounds of drumming as both parties stared at the other. Admittedly, the chariots had the upper hand in this battle. Yet there was something about this army of men that held their head up high.
