Atoma stood in front of his grand army, they lined the fields outside of Lythelthorpe. there was over 700,000 troops on the field. As far back as the eye could see, there was bright silver armor. They were chanting, the great song of Endor. Atoma, on his tall platform, put his hand up for silence. It came over the army. Not even a whisper. "Tonight, my brothers WE MARCH!!!!!!!!" He shouted. Every ear heard him and a yell that rumbled the ground. "Soon, soon my brothers, the orc city of Al-Kizabar will crumble underneath are our banners. The black blood of orc will run down are blades, long they will fear our Silver and Blue banners. Long will they remember your faces, IT IS TIME! TIME TO MAKE THIS WORLD RIGHT!!!!!" Atoma yelled. He was followed by a roar of agreement. The march had begun! "South to Al-Kizabar!!!!!!!" The captains roared. Banners waved in the wind, Trumpets of the king sounded. THE WAR HAD BEGUN.
Tell the Spartans, Stranger passing by,
That here, Obedient to their laws, We lie,