[Nasser]

Originally Posted by Trumanator

The pikeman thrust his weapon at the statue with all his might, carving a flake from its chest. Suddenly, the statue's face somehow contorted, and it began to slash and thrust with abandon, seeking to overwhelm him with sheer ferocity. The hapless pikeman wondered, "how on earth do you make a Statue angry?

Gisuppe surveyed the field, two armies prepared to do battle in the early morning light. Infantry wielding pikes and bows, flails and spears all streamed from the camps into formation facing the Agarthans on the other side of the valley. Gisuppe squinted in the rays, he knew it would partially blind his men for most of the battle, but on the other hand the Agarthan infantry would have to make a fatiguing hike up the hillside in order to reach his own lines. In the distance a monstrous and ancient Pale One waved its oversized hands about the air in blasphemous reverie to its heretical godling. Suddenly, the valley grew twice as bright as the sunlight bounced and shimmered off of the smooth, polished marble bodies of hundreds upon hundreds of colossal statues. They moved ponderously out from amidst the woods in which they must have been waiting. At the bottom of the hill they formed ranks and, with precision Gisuppe knew mortal infantry could never match, began marching lockstep up and toward his own troops. All around him his men fell silent, the only sound audible was the rythmic thumping of tonnes of marble striking the ground in unison. The cold, detached army moved steadily up the hill. Its silence was deafening.