The final battle between the Fonias and the 'rebelling' production was set to take place a few kilometers away from the town of Jujuba.
Deep into the evening, before the cover of the night could come in.
"Sire," In armors of white, the members of the Fonias family's outpost all gathered around their leaders. "They are here."
The commander of the army slowly stood up, his sword impaled into the ground.
"General Alexander Fonias will be here soon. Till then, we have to survive."
The others lowered their heads and bit their lips.
They knew they were walking to their deaths. Whether that Fonias came here or not, they all knew well that they would die anyway.
But chances to live were slightly greater if they fought.
So fight, they would.
The soldiers raised their weapons, their screams raised their spirits. Out in the clearing in the midst of the forest up north, the two groups faced each other.
It was time to end the rebellion.
"CHARGE!"
"KILL THEM!!"
