Micky was busy being inconspicuous with the other busybodies looking at the new reinforcement. In a true army, a Mil rank would be nothing impressive. But here she was able to obliterate the entire army and then some. Afterall, what was an army to a strategic asset such as this? Albeit a temperamental one. What could an army do to someone such as her? Sure, she would be in trouble should a group of high ranking melee soldiers enter range around her, but it was still a massive gap in quality, not to mention the assumption that she would be alone.

No, these kinds of rankers were never alone. Whether they were handlers or servants, they were surrounded at all times by those that would facilitate their needs… and needs. “I like her.” Said Prin towering over Micky’s shoulder. This received concurring nods from both Kux and Maymay…

The private army of the legate appeared from seemingly nowhere. And that was an understatement since they were wearing that legendarily famous armor… bikini armor. Immediately the legate received even more judging stares than usual. “It wasn’t my choice! They were a gift from grandfather! So you can’t have them!...” The legate said meekly. The stares grew in intensity.

Bikini armor wasn’t as bad as it seemed. The entire armor was under high level enchantment known as [As Strong As]. This enchantment made the area, in this case protecting the torso with a glowing see through shield, as strong as the strongest point of the armor. This meant that the small bust pieces covering the breasts, and the crotch plate covering the crotch were the only pieces that actually needed to be tough. This also included temperature adaptation to allow them to adapt, or they would find themselves slightly chilled even in this cold whether.

The pieces themselves were also made from adamant, the weakest form of adamantium and the only type sold by the dwarves in any form of bulk. This didn’t mean it was any cheaper though. So seeing just this bikini armor and nothing else was like seeing these girls clad in gold. Admittedly Micky had to say he had good taste… I mean, Micky had to say it was a terrible waste. It is true that modern enchanted armor no longer needs the actual armor plating to maintain integrity. This is why modern armors were designed for flexibility and lightweight. However, that didn’t mean that bikini armor was any less ceremonial. At least there were chainmail armor including a chain skirt and long tight fitting chain gloves, surrounding their legs and arms. However, even these were ceremonial and looked good *cough* weren’t meant for true combat.

In addition they also had a brass circlet, a long lost human metal, that was polished to a golden sheen atop their heads. These kept their golden hair out of their faces, in an almost magical fashion… and also made their hair swoosh around behind them… against the breeze… More judging stares.

All of the maidens were blonde haired *stare* women with good bodies that were in shape but not showing any muscle tone *stare*. It was also apparent they were all 100 rankers at the minimum with several 1000 rank captains and 10000 rank commanders. Finally there was the 100000 rank centurion that none of the rest of the army had ever met… and it wasn’t like a beauty like that was a forgettable… face.

All this time Amelia was examining the girls and their army. She was poking at gear here, taking a look under the *cough* ,hood, there. Making comments, mostly hmmm or mmmm, about various different things. All the while the girls were indifferent to whatever approach Amelia would make. Only staring straight ahead, or in the scouts case to the sides, and some even up in the air. All the while the legate was complaining and begging Amelia not to take them away. Amelia had long since completely ignored him.

There was only one thing that was for sure though. This was a valkyrie army, and not like the [Furry Fury] that was Magaera. These women were true valkyries and even had the pegasi to prove it. These mounts were far more valuable then Micky’s own quilin, though they only allowed ‘virgen’ women to ride them… supposedly. Somehow Micky thought that was a myth… just a gut feeling.

It didn’t matter though, these were elites that could crush this entire army and send them into a route… and they were completely wasted on the legate. Instead he sent waves and waves of good soldiers, and terrible ones, to die under the enemies boot. It was an understandable move that any commander would make, it also made the army spiteful of him. Just one more grievance among a long list of grievances.

Micky was finally done qawking, when about half of the crowd was done gawking. He had things to do. He knew they were going to march out again. The enemy wasn’t going to wait to retreat and so they couldn’t wait to launch an offensive. So Micky rejoined the field with all of his best troops in fully offensive gear. Each unit was equipped with ranged equipment including the entire stockpile of javelins, courtesy of the supply corp. Who for some reason ran out of them only recently. In addition, they also were all mounted, even if it was a simple draft horse or donkey, they were mounted and ready for a charge.

Fielding quickly and owing a favor, Micky was ready to earn some credits, especially with the new not commander. Spurring his mount into action she too was ready for the battlefield. Even if she wasn’t actually going to be seeing combat, she was ready to be seen as the peek of war mounts.

The army quickly settled up and the enemy could be scene setting up themselves. Knowing that there was no way to move the siege equipment anyway, they simply set them up to fire and set them up to be destroyed by spiking them as best they could on such short notice.

Micky charged, and was not merely slightly excited to see that he was closest to the valkyrie’s army’s own charge. It was a nice view. They lead the charge with their new charge Ameilia in tow riding sidesaddle on the back of the 100000 rank centurion’s own mount. It wasn’t long before she was launching lightning bolts into the enemy contingent. The enemy taking this as the signal to start launching their artillery into the allied forces. They too spurred their mounts to travel faster so as to launch into the retreating foe before they could retreat and recover what the allies already considered theirs.

And it would be right for them to think that. As both sides knew that as soon as the mil rank showed up, this battle was a lost cause. Arrows, bolts, boulders, all of it rained down in the interceding distance, as the ground was eaten away by the fastest charge the allies could muster.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the enemy. All of which had packed up what they could, or were still in the middle of. The [Siege Engineer]s of all kinds guarding their weapons with their lives to fire a few more shots off before their jobs were deemed useless. Micky watched as wagons were overturned like ants charging beatles. The soldiers running through them and ripping out gear and supplies only so that it wouldn’t be left on the wagon should it somehow magically escape them. The soldiers no more than locusts, the real soldiers of the enemy already packed up and left before the counter offensive even began. Only the supply caravan was left, under strict orders to get out what they can while the soldiers left to save their own skin.

Feeling sorry for what was clearly a shit job and shit orders Micky ordered his own soldiers to capture only. They could easily just move these supplies back towards their own supply line, instead of the enemy’s. True, their may be some patriots mixed in that may try to sabotage them, but those can just as easily be executed after the fact as in this mosh pit. He had even seen more then once, a soldier literally torn apart by several soldiers in their blood frenzy. It was not a pretty picture. And he may have felt some sympathy for what could have been his comrades no more than a few days ago.