The valley of Torsala had seen many battles in its time, all across its baron; rocky landscape laid the ruins of now forgotten cultures, machines that were made to kill and the skeletal remains of creatures that no longer existed anywhere in the universe. All of this was the evidence of over five centuries of none stop war, and as powerful drums echoed throughout the valley another of these battles was about to begin.
Two might armies, consisting of almost a million Quzorians, human like creatures, had marched in to this valley to fight for there kingdoms. They stood within eyesight of each other, a large baron landscape was all that stood between them.
On the right side of the valley stood the warriors of Ruzoria, whose skin and entire clothing were a blood red colour. While on the other side marched the defenders of Buzorai, who looked and dressed exactly like there opponents except there and cloths and skin were of a frozen blue. Each side carried weapons such as swords, spears and bows and arrows, they wore cloth armour consisting of hood and cloak. Both sides stared at each other with pure hatred, they were eager for each others blood.
The leaders of these might army's walked from in to the middle of the barons and came face to face with each other. There was an easy quietness about this meting; the drumming of war had stopped and the only sound was coming from the thunder clouds above the far-off mountain of Kempo. The two leaders greeted each other with a small bow of mutual respect.
The Ruzoria leader was big and tall, with scars which covered his aged face. His opponent however was almost the exactly opposite, he was young and thin with no signs of battle on him at all.
"Do you Buzoraiens still refuse to surrender to us" The Ruzoria leader said. His voice was powerfully and rough.
"We do" The Buzorain leader replied, his voice was lighter then his opponents, but was also more sinister. "We will never surrender to the likes of you"
"Then we fight like true Quzorians once again" The Ruzoria leader said, soberly. The two Quzorians again bowed to each other, and then walked back to there respected armies.
As soon as they retuned, they turned to each other and drew there swords.
"For the glory of Ruzoria!" The Ruzoria leader shouted.
"For the pride of Buzorai" The Buzorain leader shouted back.
The two mighty armies then charged at each other to start bloody warfare; just as there ancestors had done for centuries before…