I wrote this story based off a story by "general-tommy" called an odd occurrence. My review of his story was harsh, but I stand by my words. I decided to use one of his characters as an anti-hero in deviating story. Please review, but also feel free to flame. For all you know, I may laugh hysterically at how stupid you sound.

"The Battle of Ebretman Hill"

Chapter 1

Chris stood on the ridge. He looked out down at the fields. At the trees, he could even see a village in the distance. It was sad that the following day would see these natural beauties bathed in blood. He pondered quietly, it was a rare moment for him, and he was calm, collected. He was thinking. It had been 4 months since he had been forced into this hell-hole. He knew that time had not changed on Earth since his departure, but he knew that only one force could get him home. The'Galin.

Why trust the 'Galin? Because Chris could not trust Matt. He did not trust him. He was forced by him to teach an army which he did not want to teach. Fortunately, Chris kept the best tricks in his head. And the next morning would bring his dreams to reality. To get out of here. He hardly cared for anyone in this land. Except…

He looked to his right. There they were, rehearsing for tomorrow. The'Galin's army. His army. 40,000 men strong, all trained to perfection. The greatest fighting force in all the land. In 4 months he had approached The'Galin and asked him for a chance to serve him in exchange for a ticket home. He found his chances would be better that way. Chris could match Matt in terms of strength and surpass him in courage, but he choose to let Matt think otherwise. He choose his moments in which he'd show strength and resolve. The'Galin was unimpressed with his physical attributes, he wanted someone with more meat on his bones. But during a skirmish gone array, he watched Chris take one platoon of soldiers, and outmaneuver and outthink a company of Guardians. As he learned more about Chris through his agents, he finally recruited him as a General.

Chris was reluctant, but he proved worthy. The'Galin's army before this point was weak, they weren't as tough as everyone claimed. Chris reorganized, restrategized, and reequipped the army. He knew every tactic in Matt's army, right down to the weapons that each man used. The'Galin had found himself pleased. Chris and The'Galin built a relationship, they actually trusted one another. Chris had suspicions from the start that The'Galin was manipulating him. But his suspicions were in question, and he found himself comfortable contacting The'Galin. The'Galin wanted someone to fight battles for him, to destroy the world of Lore, and humiliate her people for resisting him. Chris still had his eyes open for betrayal, but his thoughts no longer focused obsessively around self-preservation. He knew he'd be home soon after this day.

The situation was intense. For nearly 2 weeks, The'Galin's armies were being pursued by an army of nearly 65,000 Guardians. Chris's officers were impatient, they wanted to engage immediately. Chris had decided against it, he wanted to choose a battle that was a guaranteed victory, and he knew exactly how.

His moment of subtle peace was ruined. To his left stood Colonel Lonez.

Lonez spoke first. "The machines you requested we build are ready. And troops are ready at all positions. They are eager for tomorrow. I'm amazed that they actually like you."

Chris responded "They like me because they've been to war alongside me. They know that I care for their safety even in skirmishes, and that despite me being a harsh commander, everything I've taught them will bring victory."

Lonez looked out "Why can we not attack them directly? I don't understand why we must wait for them. Aren't our men the best? Can't we just fight them already?!? I have been more patient than the other colonels, but you're beginning to push me."

Chris responded, "Would you wait another few hours if it meant we would not face a pyrrhic victory? We are better off fighting from here."

Lonez was still skeptical "How do we even know they'll come here? How do we even know if they'll press the attack?"

Chris was ever confident "You know, I've actually reviewed some history regarding this. Do you know how they fight? They are barbarians. That's how they fight. And do you know why the civilized world conquered barbarians? Because barbarians only fight for themselves. They don't fight as a team; they go off on fight on their own. They don't work as units, they work as individuals. Matt, he's fighting for his own personal glory when he's in the field. He doesn't see the bigger picture. None of those barbarians do. So, when they come to face us, a united, organized army, they will go and fight like they always do. And they will fall one by one to our devices and soldiers."

Lonez let up slightly, noticing that there was some validity to his statement. "You think they'll perform a suicide attack?"

Chris responded "A few taunts and challenges will bring him to us, ripe for the slaughter. 'A disorderly mob is no more an army than a heap of building materials is a house' –Socrates. Besides, Matt cannot resist being called a coward. If his men have enough restraint, they'll watch him charge into battle and die a pointless death."

Lonez decided that he had enough proof "Fine then. But you know what? I want to see blood. I want to BATHE in blood. Hell, I want to bathe in blood for a week because you've kept me waiting so long."

Chris let out a demented laugh, someone softened by the comment. "You'll bathe in enough blood to make your heart content far after we've slaughtered every last one of these impudent fools. Be sure not to get AIDS though."

Lonez was not a fan of humor, but the suddenness of the joke got on his good side. He let out a little smile, and decided to make an attempt back. "Well, alright. But be sure not to catch any Venereal disease in the victory tent!"

Chris wasn't totally in the mood for humor, but he let out a chuckle. With that, Lonez walked off to camp. Chris surveyed the battlefield. It was sundown, and he knew that he would need to get some sleep soon. With that, he made his way back to his tent, earning the salute of every soldier in his army along the way. He would make a final review of the battle plans with his officers, and wake up the next morning at around 9:30 to brief his army and get ready. Scouts would bring in their final report just as he got out of bed, and he would know when the enemy was arriving. He had already made a prediction, 4:00 PM, due to the enemy armies marching habits. By that time, his men would be briefed, and equipped, and the enemy would be tired, dehydrated, and out of their minds.

Chris walked into the tent. There waited Epheel, and many officers within the army. Chris spoke, "Good evening, gentlemen."

With that, he pulled out his unit symbols, unfolded a map, and began to outline the plans. Today, this area was insignificant backwater territory. By tomorrow, Lore would remember this place forever…