Xena pulled Argo’s reins hard causing the mare to come to a stop in front of the huge gate. Her gaze travelled upwards as she looked at the huge wall, which was surrounding the city which had been recently rebuilt to be higher which showed signs of unrest. All along the walls edge were long pikes shoved in to the ground and above her she could see soldiers with weapon held up high. She looked around her catching sight of broken swords lying in the dirt along with bones and rotting corpses which all looked it was clear that no one dared move these bodies. Shattered pikes and shields could be seen sticking out of the dirt, there was the foul smell of rotting flesh in the air. Her gaze drifted up to the huge doors, which had blood all over them along with scratch marks and what looked like teeth marks.

She eased Gabrielle up slightly as she caught sight of a tall heavily built man with a horsehair helmet the colours of it along with the golden chest plate and red cloak told her that he was the general. The old general who had a dark beard which was going white in places grunted as he looked over the wall at her before speaking in a cold tone. “State your purpose here! Now or I’ll kill you right were you stand!” Xena raised an eyebrow. “My name is Xena! I found one of your men, he’s wounded.” She turned watching as Bastiaan jumped off Argo he pulled out a piece of parchment from his armour then opened it looking at the general. “I’m one of King Gregor’s reinforcements, you sent for us!” He pulled the piece of parchment up higher. “It’s a letter from the king himself, it has his personal seal!”

Apostolos breathed in feeling his anger burn deeply in side his gut so much for his reinforcements he moved his sword making the signal. “Let them in!” He watched as the soldiers bellow grabbed the huge chariot that had been put in front of the doors pushing it out of the way. He narrowed his gaze as all three of them came through the huge doors which were closed behind them followed by soldiers pushed the chariot back in to place.  He eyed the tall warrior woman as she got of the horse there wasn’t a mark on her, he turned coming to stand in front of the captain snatching the parchment from his hand looking at it. “Your right this is the king’s seal.” He turned grabbing hold of the man’s bandage ripping it free. “Tell me was that nice wound of yours made via a sword or an animal?” The captain was about to speak but his words were cut short by two men grabbing him behind.