Battle Against Crete

Arthur ran over. "What?" he asked, shocked. "They betrayed us?" Arthur's teeth were chattering with so much anger he felt he would explode. "Call the Cyclopes!" He cried. "The giants, the tigers, all the battle immortals!" He wore his Greek armor Ares had given him. The inside was made out of cloth while the outside was made out of pure celestial-gold. He drew his sword Hephaustus had given him. The hilt was made out of pure gold and the blade was made out of polished basilisk tooth and the blade also had poison on it. "Battle formation!"

"Yes, sir," called Doge. "Will we kill them?" He drew his celestial-bronze sword from its sheath.

Arthur sighed and put his hand on Doge's shoulder. "Yes," he said quietly and kindly. "We have to kill them, they have destroyed the whole city's strongbox." His eyes looked warm and kind. "I don't want do this --" He was interrupted by a ginormous...BANG! The Cretans were now marching into their fort. "ALL IN A LINE, FOLLOW MY RULES!" he roared. He marched out with about 50,000 soldiers and generals and all ranks following him.