Hazarc watched silently as the two sides approached. He had been hired to fight for a nation, and here he was. The contract said nothing of him having to enter the battle immediately. He switched his gaze to the enemy side. A line of white chariots were approaching his own side, and were cutting through the frontrunners to his own. He have a signal to Grair. She nodded and gave a signal to her archers. As They lifted their bows, and held them their strings drawn aiming at a specific area to fire as one upon and rain death up their enemies, she lifted her arm. A few moments later, she dropped her arm, and the bows sang as they were released. Arrows, black as night, flew towards where the chariot riders were approaching. The opposing forces met at the same time, the arrows slamming into the chariot riders, though it remained to be seen if much damage was made to the chariot line. He drew his blade and walked behind the wooden stake line, created by the infantry of the Legion, waiting silently with Zraz and his troops. The undead's eyes glowing a bright green, waited silently, while the human troops could be heard breathing heavy as they prepared themselves for battle.