Ares looked out to the mass of oxfolk ahead of him. A reassurance fell through him like a wave as he lead his near three thousand Reptai ahead to meet with the oxfolk. Yet as Ares approached, he watched as the oxfolk formed into rows and rows ahead of him, grabbing onto their weapons as they did so.
Ares raised a brow as the oxfolk ran into formation and he threw a glance back towards Anka and then forward to Kask.
"What's going on?" He whispered to the scout.
"They're going to fight us," Kask said as he grabbed onto his bow and knocked an arrow.
"What?" Ares reached up to hold his heart within his hand. He looked beyond the thousands of oxfolk to see that the fort beyond had only oxfolk. Then a dread filled Ares.
"Zika! Get your soldiers to form up!" Ares exclaimed to the Reptai who roared out to her people.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" She raised her own weapon, a long spear with the blade of a size of a short sword. She was ready and eager it seemed, raring to go within moments.
