Well i believe it's time for a new chapter to three hundred. Sadly there are just about two chapters and then the epilogue to come. It's a short story no doubt bout that but its got long chapters. The next one we'll focus on Kim but for now let's enjoy some carnage and violence. Please 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 Four

The moon shined down on the passageway. A lone seagull stood on a dead body picking at it. A steady drumbeat was heard making the gull jump away and fly off. As it flew away it flew over a marching army. They wore all black clothing and a silver colored metal mask. There was a giant in the middle of them that was chained up.

They have served the dark will for Persian kings for five hundred years. Eyes as dark as night. Teeth Filed to fangs. Soulless.

Some beat on drums keeping a steady rhythm to keep the soldiers marching in sync. Two swords were crossed on their backs. The leader held up his leathery looking hand with clawed nails. The army stopped and looked forward. There before them were the Persian soldiers who had been slain earlier that day. In a flash the leader pulled out his swords and looked at the pile of dead soldiers. Once he did the others pulled their swords out.

The personal guard to King Drakken himself. The Persian warrior elite. The deadliest fighting force in all of Asia: The Immortals. The god-king has betrayed a fatal flaw: Hubris. Easy to taunt, easy to trick. Before wounds and weariness have taken their toll, the mad king throws the best he has at us. Drakken has taken the bait.

On the other side of the pile Shego stood against the wall of bodies. She looked as all the other Spartans stood nearby. They new the Immortal army was right on the other side of the pile. It was time to put their name to the test. "SPARTANS, PUSH," she bellowed as she started to push the pile of bodies.

The Spartans started to push the bodies over. Soon they all collapsed, burring an Immortal under them. Shego ran over the top of the bodies. Her helmet covered head looked down to see the Immortal push its way out of the bodies. It looked up at her as she stood over it and looked at it. Her spear shot down and stabbed into its chest killing it.

Immortals, we put their name to the test.

Pulling her spear back she growled a bit, seeing she had killed the Immortal. Her eyes lifted up and looked to see the rest of the Immortal army before them. In a flash the Spartans charged forward. Their shields collided with the Immortals. It became apparent quickly that the Immortals were trained differently than the rest of the Persian army.

They were more agile than the rest. Ducking and diving to avoid the strikes that the Spartans were throwing at them. Felix stood there, he watched as a fellow Spartan was stabbed in the neck. He could feel an attack coming and so he spun around quickly and stabbed his sword into an Immortal who was behind him killing him quickly. Turning he saw one going for Zita.

"MOTHER," he roared.

Zita heard her son cry out to her. Spinning around her shield came up to block an attack. Her spear shot out and stabbed into the Immortal's gut killing him. She looked to Felix who ran up to her side. She looked at him and nodded as they turned and fought alongside the other Spartans.

Not far away Betty was battling the Immortals. She stabbed one with her sword before turning to another. He was on her before she could react. In a powerful strike he knocked her helmet off. She staggered backwards and looked at him before she smacked him once with her shield. Smacking him again she knocked his mask off to the ground.

The Immortal looked at his mask before looking back to Betty. Her eyes grew wide at the grotesque face that was hidden behind the mask. His skin was leathery looking and a brown color. His eyes were black in color, and sat deep in his head. His teeth were like that of fangs had blood rolling off of them due to the strikes that Betty had delivered. In a flash his foot kicked out kicking Betty back.

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Within the ranks of the Immortals the giant was growling deeply, shaking his chains to get free. The scent of bloodshed on the air made him hungry for battle. He looked as one of the Immortals in front of him pointed at him and then flagged him forward into battle. The chains around his neck were pulled away as the ones that bound his hands were cut. Letting out a powerful roar he walked forward, taking his sword from one of the nearby Immortals.

An Immortal came running back, clearly running from the battle. Angered by this the giant grabbed him by his throat and picked him up. With a loud roar he slammed the coward into the ground killing him. Looking forward he focused on one Spartan, one with a crest on her helmet. His hand reached out and gripped onto a battle ax.

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Betty rolled on the ground, in pain from the strike the elite Persian warrior had inflicted upon her. Looking back up she saw the Immortal standing over her looking down at her. He was growling at her as he pulled his sword back and prepared to finish her off. Suddenly a spear stabbed through his neck making the soldier stop and Betty look on in shock.

The spear was pulled back causing the Immortal to be turned to face the attacker. In a flash the spear was stabbed into the Immortal's gut killing him. Betty looked over to see Shego looking at her. She extended the spear head to her. Her hand reached up and grabbed it and so Shego pulled her back to her feet. They looked at each other, Shego nodding and smiling at her.

Betty's eyes shot wide, for she saw the Immortal giant throw a battle ax at them. Her hands shot out and grabbed Shego by her shoulders. Using her speed she pushed them both down. As she did the ax flew over Shego's helmet cutting some of the hair away. Betty turned and looked as suddenly the giant was on them. It kicked her away, sending her crashing into the pile of Persian bodies.

The giant slowly turned and looked to see Shego getting back to her feet. They were staring at one another. The giant fully turned to face her as her shield came up in front of herself. She gripped onto her spear and looked at the giant before her. In a quick motion her spear shot out only for the giant to grab it and cut the head off. Dropping the spear she pulled her short sword out.

She took a swing at the giant only for it to dodge the strike. Dropping low she swung the sword and cut into one of its massive legs. She heard it let out a deep growl of pain. Spinning around she slashed her sword into its other leg before stabbing the sword into its bicep. She stared on in shock as the giant reached up and gripped onto her sword. It pulled it from its arm and then wrenched it away from Shego.

Dropping the sword it started to attack Shego. It kept swinging its sword into her shield causing her to drop to a knee. It looked down at her growling that it could not get pass the shield.

"MY QUEEN," Tara roared charging them.

The giant hearing this spun around quickly and swung its sword. The impact with the shield sent sparks flying as it knocked the blonde off her feet. Turning the giant focused on Shego once more. It growled at her before it ripped the shield away from her. It looked at her as it brought its sword high.

Shego saw this and so acting quickly she grabbed her sword and brought it up. The impact with the much larger sword was loud. The sword tip managed to cut through her helmet over her left eye. Falling backwards she growled in pain as she laid there. The giant reached down and grabbed her helmet and pulled it off her head. Over her left eye was a slash from where the tip of the giant's sword had cut into her.

She looked up to see the giant towering over her. Trying to stab her with the sword it brought it down at her. Rolling to her left she blocked the strike with her gauntlets. The giant pulled the sword back and attacked again only for her to deflect the strike again. Growling in anger and frustration the giant shot down at her.

Crossing her arms she stopped the attack. The giant's head was just inches from hers. Its breath was putrid smelling and its teeth were like that of fangs. Looking to her left she saw laying on the ground was her spearhead. She reached for it. Her fingers slowly pulled it into her hand and so she gripped it tightly. In a quick motion she stabbed the spearhead into the right eye of the giant.

She watched as the giant roared in pain. Pulling back it dropped its sword. Seeing this she grabbed its sword just as it pulled the spear tip from its eye socket. Swinging the sword she slashed it through the neck of the giant. She looked on as the head of the giant tumbled forward onto the ground. The body tumbled down next to Shego as some of her Spartans came to her side.

"ARCADIANS NOW," she screamed.

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Dementor heard Shego scream for his attack. He came crashing out of the brush to see the Immortals before him and his Athenians. He wore his helmet and looked in the direction of the Persians. "Go, show the Spartans what we can do. Go," he ordered his soldiers.

They ran into the fray blindsiding the Immortals. Dementor reached them first driving his spear deep into the gut of an Immortal. He looked around as his soldiers attacked. Some were being cut down by the Persians but they were holding their own. Dementor roared in pain as a blade slashed across his back. Turning he looked to see the Immortal who had just cut him. He stabbed the sword into him killing him.

They shout and curse, stabbing wildly, more brawlers than warriors. They make a wondrous mess of things. Brave amateurs, they do their part.

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Shego placed her helmet back on and got back to her feet just as her Spartans gathered around her. She turned and looked back as Dementor and the Athenians attacked the Immortals. They looked on before suddenly charging forward. They ran forward, spears and swords ready as they attacked. Shields blocked attacks as spears shot out finding their targets. Tara jumped forward and slashed her sword through an Immortal killing him. Once this happened she stepped back and hid behind her shield again. The two groups charged each other attacking.

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Immortals. They fail our Queen's test. And a man who fancies himself a god, feels a very human chill crawl up his spine.

Above the clashing forces Drakken stood on a cliff looking down. His face twisted into one of anger as he looked down at the clashing forces. Lifting his head up he let out and anger filled roar as his Immortals retreated from the Greeks. Turning he stormed off back to his camps.

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"To our Queen, Shego," Zita cheered throwing a fist in the air as the Spartans cheered. "And to our honored dead," she cheered again as the Spartans cheered in response once more.

They celebrated in honor of their fallen and their glorious victories. They had managed to hold the Hot Gates. Three hundred Spartans had managed against all odds to hold their own against the mighty Persian empire.

"Whom will Drakken dare to send next, whom?" Tara cheered, one arm around Felix and her other around Betty. All three were laughing as were other Spartans.

"There ain't a fucking thing that can stop us now" another Spartan cheered making the others cheer.

Shego stood off and away from the Spartans as they celebrated. Her green eyes were up to the sky above as her fingers twirled Kim's necklace around. Her green eyes looked at it before looking out across the battlefield. Slowly she turned and looked back to the celebrating Spartans. She smiled a bit, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Even the queen allows herself to hope for more than glory. Such mad hope, but there it is: "Against Asia's endless hordes, against all odds, we can do it. We can hold the Hot Gates. We can win."

XX

Dawn, whips crack, barbarians howl. Those in back cry;

"Forward," a man barked as he cracked a whip, striking one of the soldiers falling behind. He pushed the soldiers forward towards the Spartans who dared to defy their king.

Those in front cry;

"BACK," a man shouted as Shego drove a spear through his back making come out of his chest sending blood flying.

There was a loud roar and the Persians parted. A rhino covered in gold chains came running towards the Spartans. It would slam its head into soldiers who were unable to get out of its way. It continued on its path straight for the Spartans.

Our eyes bare witness to the grotesque spectacle coughed forth from the darkest corner of Drakken's empire.

Felix having just killed a Persian looked in the direction of the charging rhino. Gripping his spear he looked at it. Raising his spear up he threw it with great power. He watched as the spear flew through the air and slammed into the charging beast. It imbedded itself into the head of the beast. Standing there he watched as it kept charging him. It then tumbled to the ground, Felix stepped to the left as it slid to a stop at his feet. Looking at it other Spartans gathered around him as he pulled his spear from the head of the dead rhino.

Elsewhere Spartans dove for cover as there were explosions around them. Tara hid behind her shield as a piece of clay shrapnel ripped into her leg. She roared in pain before ducking behind her shield. She heard another scream making her look. She looked to see Betty on the ground, Spartans surrounding her to protect her. She could see a piece of shrapnel had ripped into her right eye.

When muscle failed, they turned to their magic. One hundred nations descend upon us, the armies of all Asia. Funneled into this narrow corridor, their numbers count for nothing.

Growling in anger she looked to the enchanters who were throwing the exploding jars. Getting up she ran forward, dodging the incoming jars. She ran forward, her eyes locked onto the Persians before her. Jumping onto a rock she launched herself over the Persians. She took one of the enchanters by surprise as she slashed her sword cutting his throat open.

She looked to see the jar he was holding onto was lit. It rolled across the ground towards a pile they had stacked up. Spinning around she ducked behind her shield as suddenly it exploded. Flaming pieces shot by her as the Persian soldiers were consumed by the fireball.

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They fall by the hundreds. We send the severed bodies, and the fragile hearts back to Drakken's feet.

A mile away Drakken saw the explosion and heard it. Turning he roared out in anger, his golden chains swirling around his body. He looked to see one of his generals had been brought before him. His face was twisted in anger as he looked at the man. Nodding his head quickly he watched as the man was placed onto an execution block.

King Drakken is displeased with his generals. He disciplines them.

A creature stood there looking at the man. Where its arms were supposed to be were two large blades. It stared at the man before looking to Drakken. Drakken roared out to execute the man. The beast quickly obliged by raising its right arm up. Bringing it down quickly it decapitated the man making his head and blood go swirling around the severed head.

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Drakken dispatches his monsters from half the world away. But they're clumsy beast, and the piled Persian dead are slippery.

A loud trumpeting was heard as three massive elephants towered over the Spartans. Archers were on their backs firing down at the Spartans. The Spartans retaliated by throwing spears at the elephants. This in turn made the mammoth beast rear up, causing some of the occupants to be thrown from their backs.

The Spartans managed to push the elephants back. They lost their footing causing them to tumble off the side of the cliff. The three beast crashed onto the rocks below killing them and their riders. The Spartans then turned their attention to the remaining Persians around them.

Tara kicked a Persian to the ground before slashing his throat out. Her helmet was off and her blonde hair swirled around. Running up, her back was to Felix's who looked back at her.

"You're still here?" He questioned looking at her with a smirk.

"Somebody's gotta watch your back," she replied looking at him with a smirk.

"Not now, I've got my plate full," he replied.

Both of them charged forward at a group of Persians who were coming for them. Felix swung his sword killing one as Tara slammed her shield into another Persian. They stabbed their swords into some Persians before spinning around and attacking more. Tara threw her sword at one, connecting it into his leg. Ducking a strike she rolled across the ground and pulled her sword from the man's leg.

Felix came over top of her with his sword and slashed a man's throat out. He tumbled backwards to ground blood gushing across the ground. He looked as three more came at them as to which they attacked. They ran forward working together as a team and in no time they had killed the Persians.

"REGROUP," Shego roared out making the Spartans start to return to her.

Zita stood nearby looking everything over. She turned and saw Felix standing there over some dead Persians. She smiled, her son had become quite the soldier. "Felix," she called to him making him turn and look at her. "My son," she proclaimed looking at him. Her face still had a large smile on it, she was so proud of her son. Then she saw it, a horseman coming for her son. "FELIX, NO," she screamed out.

Felix looked at her confused until he heard the hoofbeats. Turning he looked as to late a Persian horseman was on him, battle ax in hand. The horseman rode by, swinging his ax at him. When he passed Felix was still standing there. Slowly he started to drop to his knees and as he did his head tumbled off his body.

Zita stood there, her eyes wide as she looked at her slain son. Slowly she started walking forward, slowly pulling her helmet off. So focused on her son that she let out a powerful roar and attacked the Persians who came for her.

Day wears on. We loose few, but each felled is a friend or dearest blood. And upon seeing the headless body of her own young son, the captain breaks rank. She goes wild, blood-drunk.

She slammed her helmet into the head of one before slashing one open with her sword. Grabbing one by his throat she wrapped her arm around his neck. She turned quickly and slashed the throat out of another before breaking the neck of the one in her arm. She grabbed one by his collar before turning and cutting another one's throat open. She turned back to the one in her hand as she began to brutally cut the man open with her sword. Once done, she dropped to her knees sobbing as her eyes looked down at the slain body of her son Felix.

Her hand went out, running her fingers over the fabric of his cape. Then a pair of hands tugged at her arm trying to pull her back. She ignored it, only for another to grab her other arm. They tugged at her as her head lifted up to the Persian camp. She began to let out a scream that was unholy in every aspect. A green arm went around her throat and started to pull her back. It took Betty, Tara, and Shego to pull her back to their lines. Once they did, the shields were around them and they slowly moved back to their camp.

The captain's cries of pain at the loss of her son are more frightening to the enemy than the deepest battle drums. It takes three soldiers to restrain her and bring her back to our own. The day is ours. No songs are sung.