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[color=000000][color=a36209][h2]The Mikassian Tribes[/h2][/color][/color]
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The Great Hawks steely talons tore through its prey as an axe rips through cloth, piercing the soft hair covered skin, tender flesh and lean muscle. Narrow eyed it cawed, scooping up the limp hare in its unwavering grip, dipping into the wind it soared high.

The morning clouds were a deep blue and crimson red, the fiery sun had barely broken across the land. War Chief Chatan stood proudly upon the huge and ancient rock outcrop and looked over the vast sea of his war painted warriors, all gathered upon the legendary Three Spears field.

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[color=fdc68a][i]Hide painting of the Three Spears field and rock outcrop. [/i][/color]

100,000 zealous men armed with spear and axe stood silently before him, lethal and loyal warriors of the Navajo tribe, their ebony skin nearly consumed by the shifting shadows of dawn. Until the Great Hawk sat upon his heavily tattooed outstretched arm, then the silence was broken. Spears were thrust skyward, war cries of deafening proportion screamed to the point of breaking and axes crashed upon hardened shield.

This mighty roar was ongoing for a few moments until Chatan rose his scarred hands, seeking silence, and it was given instantaneously. Not a single voice remained, no agitated shuffling or excited conversations would interrupt him as he addressed these Mikassian braves.

[b]"The year of Hakan is almost upon us!"[/b] Pausing, he allowed his voice to carry to the furthest from him.

[b]"Soon we will ride the dancing flames!"[/b] Chatans enthusiasm saw his arms shot into the air, in reply came an immense cheer.

[b]"The desert settlers think themselves safe. Will we not show them their fault?"[/b] Met again with a heart filled wave of cheers and cries, Chatan let a lapse in his speech bring a lull in the noise.

Returning with a doubled ferocity, he exclaimed loudly and with such passion spittle was thrown form his mouth and his ink filled body writhed with energy.

[b]"We shall strike as smoke does, silently and accompanied by burning flame! You will taste foe blood!"[/b]

With this the suns light erupted across the ground and its bright white struck the ebony mass before him, each warrior was rallied and inspired, Chatan saw it in their eyes. They struck their shield and slashed the air with their spears, the thirst for war had begun.

Once again Chatan hushed his  empowered warriors with a speechless glance and the raising of his hand.

[b]"Who are you!?"[/b] He demanded of them.

[i][b]"MIKASI!"[/b][/i] They replied in unison, their voices a force in itself.

As they replied they all began the war beat, cruelly slow and tactically paced. The stamping of tough feet and bashing of large shields shook the very ground beneath them, the deep humming behind every lip joined the melody. Slowly the sound began to rise in volume, occupying every corner of the mind until nothing else could be heard or thought of.

Just as quickly as it had started, the beat ended as the war painted warriors upon the Three Spears field rushed forward in a mock charge towards their War Chief - screaming fearlessly, crying out suddenly and shouting at the boundary of their ability.

[h3][i][b][color=9e0b0f]MIKASI![/color][/b][/i][/h3]