Utterly Mad

Well, depending on things, this may be one of my last pieces so enjoy.
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Drosme marched with the army that was five thousand strong, heading for Fort Steel. They were going to reinforce the garrison of the Fort against the Men of Solaire, and hopefully drive them back to human land. It was not out of prejudice, but because these men were hostile. The Lizardfolk welcomed all that were peaceful to their lands.
Drosme was almost asleep as he walked, lulled by the rhythmic sound of the five thousand feet pounding against the ground in near perfect unison. Since the day he had turned thirteen (in human years) he had served as a scout and soldier for his Fort, proudly fighting all who would try and conquer his home. He proudly bore the banner of Fort Blood.
It would be nearly a day before the army reached Fort Steel, and they would not stop until they had arrived there. Then the waiting began.