A few hours passed and several soldiers on oxback appeared. There were actually close to forty that arrived, half of which were human, and the other half were beastfolk. Twelve Roaring Tridents had come, and six Marching Blades.
Abdan had appeared with his own soldiers and then Ares sighed, hearing Beor and his fellows stand up. 'God damn it, seriously.'
Ares turned and then threw a smile to Beor and his fellows as Abdan unoxed himself from the oxen, his eighteen soldiers quickly surrounding him and the young girl he had brought along.
"Beor, meet King Abdan of Otee, Abdan, meet Beor son of Geor."Ares motioned a hand between them all.
"A human?!" Beor asked, reaching back for his axe.
"Draw your axe and we'll have a problem." Ares said as he raised a hand and pointed it to Beor.
"We already have a problem." Beor snarled and then grabbed his axe, his followers beginning to arm themselves.
