Chaos Legions march.

Across a barren land, it was like a field. It was battle worn and scarred, blood soaked the dirt. Black scorched the grounds and even burned it, here many, many battles were fought. Soon another battle would be on these poor wounded land, more blood would spill on to it. Feeding the trees, this land so riddle that the trees were now known as blood trees. They survive on the blood of the victims from the wars, they bled the blood of their victims. Foot steps marching in place could be heard now, single file march, march, march. An army of four maybe six thousand march onto these plains, coming to a stop as they wait for their enemy. The army bore the their crest of their kingdom, they were rogue warriors with the crest of two snakes intertwine with each other.

Their armor was mostly studded leather, few pieces on them were iron. That was the only heavy armor on them, they were not the grandest army around. Though have made a name for themselves, they were known as the Rakta and they were nothing more then criminals. Thieves, that pissed off the wrong group. They stood waiting for the group they had angry prior to hand. Earlier they were in a tavern talking smack, they were drunk group and was mostly  hand full of them. Such as the general and leader of the army, one of them was just a drunk to many. He stumble and dumped his glass all over a man, this man had white hair that was to his ankles with black tips. He had pure white skin, slowly standing up, he stood eight feet tall. The drunk look up at him as this being spoke "You know its polite to say sorry." the rakta troop stared at him and spat out "Why its yer fault you was in my way." standing up next was four other that sat with the being. Now the being wore a leather trench coat with a  red arm band that boar the Chaos symbol, his face was hidden by a hat, one found in military. The others were inching for a fight, one had sparks coming off his finger tips. The being spoke up again "I don't think I was in your way, I been sitting here long before you arrived. Now then apologies or I will be force to take action." of course this did not go well with other Rakta troops as they rally around their fellow troop. Words started to spout off "No yer in our way and if you touch him you be deal'n with all of us. We have an army of ten thousand, just wait'n to waste a town. You be the reason we waste this'n." now the being and his friends all just grin "Ten thousand you say, well..." he look to his comrades. "I think me and my army will take you up, you beat us and you can have this dump. Though if we win....well lets leave that a surprise." a snicker is let out.

And so here we are, with a war that started cause one refuse to apologies. Yes sometimes battles are fought for stupid reasons, while they waited, they heard shouting. Coming over the ridge was a even bigger more organized army, that bore the Chaos Symbol on its flag. They marched shouting about, from side they shout "CHAOS!" the other side "LEGION!" shouting till they came to a halt. They were a army of twenty thousand Demons, all blood thirsty for battle. The being stood at the front with his smirky grin, he shout across "It's not to late to apologies and admit to being morons!" the rakta scoffed and would charge. The being sighed "Morons will be morons." he hold up his hands and pulls it down, thus sending the Chaos Legion to battle. Spilling more blood on this scarred land, as so, so many had before hand.