[b]Alexander[/b] was pacing about his "ivory tower" in NYC, when his messenger burst through the doors breathless. "CAPTAIN REDBLOOD!" The undead walker shouted frantically.[b] Alexander[/b] hated the name. He hated being undead. He died an honorable death in his past life and wished somebody would have burnt his body. But now he was dealing with this nonsense. "CAPTAIN! GENERAL GERVUS HAS BEEN DEFEATED! OUR SCOUTS FROM THE WEST JUST CONFIRMED IT!"

Now this was interesting news. Gervus wasnt exactly close to [b]Alexander[/b]. Frankly, Gervus had brought him back and [b]Alexander[/b] hated him for it. His death meant one thing though. "The prodigy...." [b]Alexander[/b] mumbled beneath his breath. He had waited years for the prodigy to return, and take his last breath from him. No other human stood a chance against him, hence why he conquered NYC so easily, despite the hundreds of super soldiers guarding it. "Prepare the defenses. He is comming for us next. I suspect a short, maybe 2-6 day recovery time, then they will be knocking on our doors. Get the feral scouts on full duty, and send in a request for more jets. Load docked destroyers with less oil, and more gunpowder. Reinforce the defense turrets, and burry landmines about the perimeter."

The messenger scribbled down notes and ran off to follow the orders. [b]Alexader[/b] went to his balcony and sighed. "Prodigy... You best be all you are cut out to be... Or i might never die." He says as he leans on the guard rail. His glowing purple occuli hover over the captured city. The humans had grown fond of [b]Alexander[/b] over the years. He was a good enough leader, he treate them well, and had even lowered unemployment by adding regular humans to the army, without turning them undead. His practices would likely land him in prison if a higher rank ever found out. But what could [b]Alexander [/b] say or do? He considered himself human still. He still would fight and die for the human army if he were permitted. Sadly, his greyed skin prevented such sacrifice.

So, he stared against the horizon, waiting. He waited for the prodigy who had personally slain now 2 undead Generals. If he was lucky, they would give him the fight, and cremation he had earnt years ago, fighting alongside the prodigy to defeat the cruel General Gnarl. "Come for me prodigy. Ive been waiting." He holds his palm out, an a messenger hawk forms from his energy. The hawk flies out to find Carnage, and deliver the challenge.