Sorry it's taken me a while to update this but i get one day a week off and i work like ten and 11hour shifts. So I'm tired a lot. I plan on finishing this before i get to my other two kigo stories in line. Well hope y'all are still enjoying this story please enjoy and R&R thanks.

Rated M for strong and graphic violence, strong sexual content, and strong language.

Disclaimer : I own nothing to do with the Kim Possible universe. I just own this story and plot which I'm doing for the hell of it.

Kigo : 300

Chapter Three

The shields clashed together as the Spartans were hidden behind their shields. The Persians were screaming and growling at the Spartans, trying their hardest to get to them. Shego hid behind her shield listening to the Persians as they grunted and growled. She heard Tara scream in pain making her look over to see her stab a Persian with her spear.

"IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?" The blonde Spartan challenged as she hid behind her shield.

The Persians were pushing them back a little bit but not much. With a final sound of the shields clashing together the line stopped. Shego and Zita looked at one another and smirked. Suddenly their shields shot out knocking the Persians back. In a flash their spears were out and they stabbed with precision. The sharpened blades shot out stabbing through the weak armor.

The shields fell back into place as the Persians tried to attack again. They were only met with the bronze shields of the Spartans.

"PUSH," Zita bellowed and in a flash the shields flew out.

Once again the Persians were pushed back with a tremendous crash. Spears shot out and stabbed into their bodies killing many of them. Tara shot out, short sword in hand she began slashing and stabbing the Persian soldiers. She dropped low cutting the leg off of one. Looking up she saw the Persians close in on her.

Shields clashed down in front of her stopping the attack as it came at her. Getting back to her feet she rejoined the Spartans. Slowly the front line was advancing pushing the Persian army back.

Zita roared out as she stabbed her spear out into a Persian. "NO PRISONERS," she bellowed making the Spartans cheer out in reply.

"NO MERCY," Shego screamed. Her army cheered in response to her. She led the charge forward into the remaining Persians who hadn't retreated. Her shield went up flipping a Persian over her. Coming out from under her shield she stabbed another Persian with her spear. Pulling it back she threw it at another soldier knocking him to the ground.

She gripped onto her short sword and turned. A lone Persian was jumping at her as to which she attacked. She swung her sword and slashed open the man's stomach spilling his internal organs across the ground. Spinning around she swung low cutting a man's leg off. As he was flying up in the air she swung her sword down quickly cutting deep into the man's chest.

She looked up to see a Persian charging her. Her shield went out slamming into the man. She knocked him to the ground and slowly walked towards him. She looked down at him as he tried to back up from her. In a flash her sword came down and she slashed his throat open. Standing up she panted as sweat dripped off her body. Looking forward she saw a group of about forty Persians who had been separated from the army standing there looking at them.

"They look thirsty," Zita said from behind her.

"Then let's give them something to drink," she said looking at them before turning and looking back to the army. "To the cliffs," she ordered with a deep growl. Her shield came done in front of her as she started walking towards them. The Spartans followed her towards the trapped Persians.

The Persians had nowhere to go as the Spartans closed in on them. They kept backing up and as they did the ones in the back were being pushed to the cliff wall. Shego smiled as she closed in on them. Her and the lead Spartans began to hit them with the shields and stab them with their swords. They pushed them over the cliff wall making her smile.

"HALT," she bellowed raising her sword up to stop her soldiers.

"Hell of a start, don't you think?" Zita questioned looking to Shego. She let out a deep cheer and the soldiers replied with a cheer.

Shego nodded to her and slowly turned to the army. Suddenly they heard the sounds of trumpets blowing making them all look in the direction of the Persian camps. There was a sharp whistling sound. In a flash the sun was blocked out as the arrows from the Persian army flew towards them.

"TUCK TAILS," Zita bellowed.

In a flash every Spartan was hidden under their shields. The sounds of the arrows hitting the shields echoed throughout the ranks. Shego hid under her shield as she peered out from under it. "Persian cowards," she growled looking at the falling arrows. She started hearing some laughter making her arch an eyebrow.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Tara questioned Felix who was next to her laughing.

"Well you said it," he replied looking back to her.

"What?" She asked confused looking at him.

"'Fight in the shade'," he said laughing again causing Tara and other Spartans to start laughing.

Shego looked over her shoulder at the laughing Spartans. She could see the wounded Persians being slain by their own arrows. Slowly the arrows stopped falling. "Recover," she ordered standing up and looking around. Moving the shield around in front of herself she gripped onto her spear. Pulling the shield up she shattered all the imbedded arrows from the shield.

Her head turned and looked towards the sound of horses. They ran out of the arrows towards the sounds. Shego looked to see calvary charging them. Looking back to her army she smirked a bit. "Today, no Spartan dies," she vowed as she dropped down behind her shield. She looked as the Spartans got into a wedge formation.

Zita was behind Shego and they were looking at the charging Persians. She glanced over to see Felix next to her. He was staring on at the charging calvary before glancing back at her. She nodded to him and he nodded back.

"Easy son," she said before looking forward again.

The horses charged them quickly coming around the bend, their riders pointing spears and swords at them. Shego looked at them as they got closer. Her green eyes scanned around taking in every detail around her. Ducking low she dodged the strike of the closest Persian. Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the Spartans stab their spear into the man's chest.

We do what we were trained to do, what we were bred to do, what we were born to do.

Gripping her sword tightly she swung it and cut the leg off of one of the running horses. That in turn caused the horse to fall forward throwing the rider off. Once the man hit the ground he was stabbed with three spears killing him quickly. Looking forward she watched as a spear flew over her head and slammed into the chest of a rider.

No prisoners. No Mercy. A good start.

They started moving around driving spears into the chest of the wounded horsemen. Some pleaded for their lives others tried to get away. None could escape the Spartans as they slaughtered them.

XX

Kim walked through the streets of Middleton a small smile on her face as she walked. She caught a fleeting glimpse of her children as they ran through a building. She walked into the building and looked to her right at a blacksmith. He looked at her and smirked a bit as he pointed his hammer past her.

She smiled and bowed her head to him as she turned in the direction he had indicated. Walking around the corner she looked to see her children standing there looking at her. They both quickly turned and ran off with other children. Seeing this her lips tugged into a smile as she turned and let the children mingle with the other children.

Making her way through the buildings she looked at a potter and then to some women who bowed to her. She passed through hanging crimson capes looking around. Walking past the last one she looked to see Ron sitting at a fountain. He looked at her and smiled as he stood up to greet her.

"I am sorry for being late but my children..." she started but stopped when Ron held his hand up.

"Are doing what children do best, please do not apologize," he said looking at her with a kind smile as he paused a bit. "Your oldest, she starts the agoge next year doesn't she?" He questioned looking at her as she gave a slight nod. "That is always a difficult time for Spartan mothers."

"Difficult, but it has to be done," she said with an agreeing nod.

"I will gather the council in two days time," Ron said getting to the businesses they were there for.

"Two days? Ron, my wife does not have two days," She said looking at him as he just looked back at her.

"Think of the two days as a gift. Your challenge in that time frame is to silence Bonnie. Get her on your side and you will win that council chamber. I must be going now, remember, two days," he said looking at her before walking off leaving her alone.

She sat down on the rim of the fountain and looked at the water. Reaching down her hand ran through the water enjoying the feel of the cool water on her skin. Her thoughts were on Shego. All she thought about was if she would make it home to her and be with her.

"Ah, there's your mother," she heard Bonnie say from behind her.

Turning she looked to see the councilwoman standing there. In front of her were her children. Both looked at her before she reached out and pulled them to herself. She glared at Bonnie who was smirking at her.

"Better keep a watchful eye on that one if she is to be queen. It would be a shame for something to happen to her, or her beautiful mother," Bonnie said with a smile before winking at Kim and walking off.

Kim just looked at her as she walked away leaving her there with her children. She looked at them as they looked back at her. Come home soon Shego, she thought as they started to walk away.

XX

Shego sat on a rock as she took a bite of an apple in her hand. She looked on as her soldiers walked around the piles of dead Persians. They clung to their spears, every so often they would stab them down. They were finishing off wounded Persians who had been injured during the first engagement. Her eyes drifted over to Zita as she walked up towards her.

"Dementor is begging for a crack at the Persians," Zita said looking to her as she moved over top of a wounded Persian.

"Is he now?" She asked watching her captain nod to her. "Well I've got something I'm sure that Athenian can handle. Tell him I want him, twenty of his best, eager, and sober ready for the next charge," Shego said before taking another bite of her apple.

"Queen Shego," Tara said as she came running through the Spartans.

Shego looked to her as she came running up to her. She looked as Tara stopped in front of her and began panting for breath. "Tara, catch your breath," she ordered looking at the blonde who nodded to her.

"Persians are approaching, far to small for an attack" Tara announced making Shego look at her.

Shego looked to her before looking to Zita who was looking at them. "I leave you in command captain," she said before starting to walk away.

"My queen," Zita protested making Shego stop and look back at her.

"Relax old friend, if they assassinate me then all of Sparta goes to war. Pray they're that stupid. Pray, we're that lucky," she said before looking to her apple. Taking a bite of it she smirked a bit. "Besides, there's no reason we have to act like animals, is there?" She asked with a mouth full of the apple before tossing it to Tara who caught it and then took a bite of it.

Zita looked at her before stepping on the wounded Persian at her feet. "None, Milady," she said to Shego as she stabbed the spear into the man finishing him off.

XX

Shego walked away from her army, taking a second she glanced back at them before smiling a bit. She had proven the might of Spartan training. Turning she looked to see a golden chariot coming towards her. It was massive and it had a pair of bulls made of gold at the top of it and two lions at the bottom of it. She looked as the Persian soldiers carried it. Her eyes drifted back up to the top of it.

A man stood between the two bulls and looked down at her. His skin had a blue tinge to it. He had some hair on his head that was pulled back into a ponytail. He had golden chains around his body and some that came up around his face. He wore an elegant purple cape with gold weaved into the fabric. He wore fine silk undergarments and that was it. Fancy leather and gold sandals clung to his feet and he wore two golden bracelets.

"Let me guess, you must be Drakken?" She questioned looking at the man as he started walking down the steps of the chariot. Before he could step on the ground men kneeled before him acting as steps. Finally the man stepped on the ground and looked down at her. He was taller than her, about a foot taller.

"Come Shego, let us reason. It would be regrettable for you and your men to perish all over a simple misunderstanding. There is so much our cultures could learn from one another," He said in a deep voice as he pushed his flowing cape behind himself.

"Well in case you haven't noticed, we've been sharing our culture with you all morning," she replied with a smirk as she looked at him.

"Yours is a fascinating tribe, even now you are defiant, in the presence of a god, and the threat of slaughter," Drakken said looking to her. "Think of the fate of your housewives," he stated walking up to her.

"Clearly you don't know our housewives. Giving what I've seen I should have just marched them up here," she replied with a snorting chuckle before looking to the cliff wall near them. On it she saw archers, bows drew and arrows pointed at her. The idea hit her to attack Drakken on the spot. That way they would kill her and the Spartan army will go to war. She shook the thought off before looking back to Drakken. "You have many slaves, but few warriors Drakken," she stated looking to him.

"What does it matter, I would gladly kill a hundred of my own soldiers to achieve what I desire," Drakken stated looking down to her.

"And I would die for any one of mine," she replied before turning around. "It won't be long before they fear my spears more then your whips," she spoke out as she looked out across the ocean.

Drakken looked down at her before walking up behind her. His hands, covered in gold rings came to a rest on her bare shoulders. He looked down at her as she kept looking out across the ocean. "It is not the lash they fear, it is my devine power. You Greeks take pride in your logic, well how about this. I will make Sparta wealthy beyond belief. I will proclaim you warlord of all Greece. You'll carry my battle standards to the heart of Europa. Your Athenian rivals kneeling before you. If you will but kneel at mine," as he spoke the words he talked directly into Shego's ear.

She looked down, her mind picturing Dementor kneeling before her. She smirked a bit at it, the idea of seeing that but she pushed it away as she stepped away from him. "You are generous, as you are divine, O king of kings. Such a generous offer, only someone insane would refuse," she started as she turned to face him. "But the idea of kneeling, you see slaughtering all your men has left a nasty cramp in my leg. So kneeling, that's out of the question," she said, smirking as she watched Drakken's anger boil over.

"There will be no honor in your sacrifice. There will be no memory of Sparta. I will have every scribe removed of their tongue and their eyes put out. Why even the very mention of the three hundred Spartans, Sparta, or of Shego will be punishable by death. No one will even know you existed at all." He growled deeply before turning and walking away.

"Know this Drakken," she said after him making him stop and look back at her. "The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant. That few stood against many. And before this battle was over, that even a god-king can bleed." She spoke to him watching his reaction as he turned and left leaving her there.

She smirked at his retreating form, thinking about the battles to come. Soon her smirk dropped as her mind went back to thinking about Kim and their children. She sighed slightly as she turned back towards her encampment. She thought about the battle and how to possibly win.

XX

Spartans were carrying dead Persians to the pile they had started to build. They were building it in front of the wall. Felix picked up a slain Persian and carried him to the pile. He followed Tara as she carried the dead man over her shoulder. They climbed to the top of the pile and dropped the bodies they were carrying onto the pile. Tara stopped an rested for a bit before smirking and looking to Felix as he started back down the pile.

"You fought well today," she said before glancing back to him. "For a housewife," she finished smirking at him.

He just smirked at her before shaking his head. "As did you, maybe if I get hurt bad enough, you'll be able to keep up with me," he retorted as they walked down the pile.

"Maybe, I was moving so fast you couldn't see me," she said smirking to him as she grabbed the arms of a dead Persian while he grabbed the feet.

"More like offering a piece of your ass to the Thespians," he replied making her blush a bit at the memory from a while ago.

"Jealousy, it's not becoming of you, dear friend," she said looking at him with a smirk as they tossed the body into the pile.

"Move it Spartans," Shego called gathering everyone's attention. Turning they all looked to see her come walking up. "Pile those Persians high," she started before turning around and looking down the path she had just come down on. "For unless I missed it, we're going to be in for one hell of a night," she said looking down the path thinking of the night to come.