Nightmare and his followers had cut their way through the Halteese country side, killing anything they came upon, all the while gathering more and more soldiers. And now the Halteese Capitol was the only real stronghold left in the kingdom. They had encountered little resistance on their advance, but now, it seemed this would be the battle that decided the fate of the Halteese Republic.
"Quickly men, they are coming!", A man in full plate armor screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to prepare the Halteese army for the coming battle. "This will decide our fates, quickly!" He turned and mounted a horse, and rode out to the front gates, above him, warning bells echoed.
A small boy watched from the walls of the city, seeing the giant army that was coming through the country side, he could see the mighty wartyrants dotting its ranks, above them, the skytyrants, gliding slowly, with their great wingspans casting large shadows on the marching lizardmen below. He looked down and saw the Halteese Royal Guard assembling below, as well as the Halteese Army, the Guard were the Republic's strongest warriors, powerful men who were the most loyal to the King. The Maletta had come also, to aid in the defense of their country, though the they were born of rebellion against the Republic, all that had been forgotten when they had learned Nightmare was coming.
"Halt!", Astaroth bellowed, they were little more than a mile away from the city, and instead of hiding inside the city, they had come out and were preparing to defend the city. The army came to a stop, as commanders relayed the order to stop, Astaroth looked on, seeing the best the Halteese had to throw at them. They had an equal match, there must be more than two hundred thousand soldiers ahead of them, though they had no air power or heavy artillery, which was surprising. Astaroth turned and walked to where Nightmare sat mounted on his monstrous steed, and said, "They are preparing to fight back and their forces are greater than our own." Nightmare narrowed his red glowing eyes and said, "Go forth...kill them all.." His voice like an echoing roar.
"This isn't going to well is it, aye old man?", Chester snickered, sending a fright through the fat man that watched from the wall. "Chester, you scoundrel, why do you only show up now, we needed you!", King Demuth tried to say with anger, but it had all left him, seeing the monsters that had come for him and his new kingdom. "Don't worry no more, I can take care of everything from here.", Chester said, pulling an odd looking dagger from his belt. Demuth looked at him confused, "What are you doing? How dare you turn on me!", he cried, reaching for his only weapon, Baindigart, the steel fan. "The Republic is mine, you were nothing more than a puppet, prepare to die." Chester moved forward, Demuth screaming for the guards, yet none came.
The two massive armies marched slowly toward each other, their numbers covering the plain like ants, the Halteese army, 1/5th larger than the lizard army. The Republic was referred to as a republic for years, but it had no real democracy, it was the most corrupt of the three nations. This would be their downfall, their army had no moral, and fear had wrapped its fingers of doubt around the Halteese soldiers, they knew they were all going to die today...