Irongrail Archie, the Ghost of Ottawa, and Task Force Illiniwek rushed to the main entrance to their city. There, the Greater Ottawa Army had rushed forth and taken up a defensive position in the various areas of rubble and ruined buildings surrounding their city.
"No sudden moves, Ottawans! Let's try diplomacy first." Ordered Archie as he and Task Force Illiniwek marched out to greet the two armies. The Ghost couldn't make out what was said, but Archie returned too soon for any kind of good news. Once he was safely behind friendly lines, he slowly turned to the Ghost, the color flushed from his face, but a piercing glare that could kill a lesser man, "Ghost... leaving not one of them standing. Such barbaric behavior shall be rewarded... rewarded with your psychotic rage." The words Archie spoke filled the Ghost's ears, and his soul yelled like it never had before. For Archie, the elderly, kindhearted, friendly leader of the Greater Ottawans, to order his grandson to leave none alive, something truly foul must have been seen or said. The Ghost activated a unique feature of the B.M.P.A-82 suit. With the clench of both of his hands, two needles were injected into his internal carotid artery. With safe and welded injection sites secured, a mixture of noradrenaline and sixty milligrams of liquidized Adderall rushed into his bloodstream. For someone like the Ghost, the Adderall provided mental focus, and the noradrenaline made his body enter a full-fledged life-or-death state with accompanying rage factor.
The Ghost pulled the two steel-cored, one-hundred-pound sledgehammers. With one hammer in each hand, he marched out from cover towards the enemy. They were taken aback by the odd armor of the Ghost, but began to laugh, having been sent only a single warrior to face twenty thousand of them. However, the Ghost, now within striking distance of his targets, raised the two sledgehammers into the air as if to mimic the American legend, John Henry. His eyes were zeroed in on the Head Warrior from the Leo-Kin Imperial Dynasty. Their entire army mocked him, their laughter only serving to solidify the seething hatred he felt for what he saw. They'd brought enslaved people to this battlefield, all of whom looked at the Ghost with eyes long forlorn of hope. The Ottawans watched as the Ghost clenched the sledgehammer handles tighter than he ever had. With a breath deep enough for hell to hear, he spoke only two words in Latin, two words that would be burned into the very souls of the enemy soldiers watching.
"Ita Sit" (So Be It). The Ghost's twin sledgehammers turned the heads of both armies' head warriors into blood mist. The two monarchs' eyes welled with a fear only a god could impart upon someone. Then, with the point of a hammer, gunfire ripped across the field. The two rulers watched as their forces of ten thousand each were mowed down. The Greater Ottawan Army mowed down the kingdom's troops like a lawnmower to grass. Warbird of World War II ripped through the sky, easily overpowering the dragon riders of both factions. The fleeing monarchs turned around to watch as the Ghost grabbed one of each of their soldiers and crushed their windpipes with a single hand. "Let it be known, Mastocracy will never ally or bow to any nation keeping slavery as a practice in their nation." Spat the Ghost as he tossed the dead soldiers aside. After the gunfire stopped, of the twenty thousand combined attackers, eight thousand of them were massacred by the Greater Ottawan Army, which remained at its starting number of five thousand...