[Third person POV]

Once the Overlord had rumbled "Kill them All!" it was as though the world had exploded, minions, changelings and arimaspi charging at each other with intent to kill. Though admittedly the minions were more excited and happy than full of blood lust, and the changelings were more outraged by the attacks against their queen. Regardless, the end result was the same no matter what they had been feeling, what their motivation was.

They were going to massacre them, as their Overlord had commanded them to.

Though Nobody had seen a few arimaspi when they had just revealed themselves, more had been hiding in the trees near by in case it proved to be necessary. They all ran towards the quickly approaching army after feeling the slight panic of their Overlady. This would normally be a sign of weakness, though seeing the horde of foaming, screaming violence sprinting directly at them, they didn't think so right now.

The two groups smashed together with bone breaking force, minions jumping from changeling backs onto the arimaspi as the changelings erected shields to stop the first wave of pounding fists. The minions stabbed into the soft parts of the arimaspi's neck which was less naturally armored than the rest of their bodies, attempting to kill them quickly by jabbing upwards into the head. Within moments of the battle starting around half of the arimaspi had fallen and many more were dying, but the good fortune of Nobody's army was quickly turning around due to one thing.

The Blues.

Swarming out of the ground and latching onto the battling arimaspi, they began to heal and/or resurrect the fallen leaving the battlefield in a stalemate that was quickly turning against the Overlord's army. At least until the Blues figured out who they were fighting.

Once they realized they were fighting another Overlord there were a few moments of confusion and non-conformity as almost a full third of their number broke away and joined with Nobody's army, causing the opposing Overlady to restrict her minions free will, clamping down on their ability to decide which Overlord to follow. This also made it harder to focus on what she was doing as well as making sure her minions were doing what they were supposed to, and the moment she needed all of her concentration.

When the battle had begun, as the two army's had crashed into one another, the Overlord Nobody, in all his terrible glory, had steadily marched toward the unnamed Overlady. Several arimaspi had tried to at least harm him as he marched upon their leader, some being smart enough to double or triple up in their attempts. Nobody had batted them away with his mace as though they were overly annoying flies, sending them flying with large chunks of flesh missing, the sight of which was heavily demoralizing the Overlady's army.

Not to mention their leader, who was considering running like her life depended on it, because it did. However she didn't for several reasons, one being that if she ran then she could kiss being the leader of the arimaspi goodbye. Another was because she couldn't feel her legs due to fear, which the Overlord seemed to exude like some kind of forgotten horror.

He had quickly passed a majority of the opposing army and fell upon the Overlady like a storm on a coast line, the only reason that their battle didn't end in one attack was because she had instinctively blocked the blow, sending her flying, dazed and confused, but relatively unharmed. She barely had time to stand and get her bearings before he was on her again, raining blow after blow down on her, beating her back.

"This isn't right, I'm an Overlord! I should be the one to push this pretender back!" She thought with rising fury.

She saw an opening as the Overlord raised his mace for an especially hard swing and tried to stab at him with her claws, hoping to do more damage to him than her subjects had. The Overlord had seen this coming and, with a snort of amusement, grabbed her hand as she swung it at him, smashing her arm with his mace practically turning the bone to dust and rupturing several blood vessels. The Overlady could only look at her arm in confusion for a moment afterwards as it flopped down, hanging unnaturally limp with the pull of gravity.

Then she screamed.

"Pathetic." The Overlord's voice rang through out the battle field drowning out the Overlady's screams of pain, both in the ears and in the minds of both army's, "Such a weak blow, and this is how you react? Honestly, you were talking all that good shit a second ago, where did all that disappear to? ... What? No answer? Just going to keep screaming your lungs out? Good."

All were looking at the two of them now, some in horror, others in despair, but most were either expectant or felt only shock. The Overlord silenced the screams of the pretender by gripping her by the throat and lifting her into the air.

"You should have submitted to me. I still wouldn't have spared you, but you would have at least saved your people. At this point I don't care about how useful you could be, you're too much trouble to acquire and keep under control, plus you've royally pissed me off. Not just because you attacked my town, not just because you attacked my mistress, but because you are a failure as an Overlord. As a very wise old woman once said to someone similar to you, 'To have fallen so far, and learned nothing, that is your failing.' You aren't even a threat worth letting the ponies deal with, you little piece of garbage." he told her, sounding as though he was at border line disgust.

Throughout his speech the pretender had been trying to free herself, scratching and kicking at the Overlord, gasping and sputtering while still trying uncontrollably to scream until her lungs burst. At this point she was less than an animal, there were no thoughts in her head, just the unending desire to flee to run to be anywhere but here, trapped by what looked to her like an avatar of death. She looked into his eyes...

And found no pity.

The Overlord turned and threw her at another of her soldiers, the impact sending both of them sprawling. Within moments, faster than any of the arimaspi thought was possible, he had charged a different group and eviscerated them, at one point burying his mace in the bloody stump of ones neck to turn and rip apart another with his (mostly) bare hands.

Just outside of the battlefield Sarra watched as her mate, her husband, (Need to remember that that's what his kind calls it) destroyed the arimaspi. If he wasn't a part of the hive mind, she would have been more likely to believe that this was all some illusion by Nobody, for whatever reason he might have for doing so, but as it was she could practically feel the crunch of an arimaspi skull under his fist and his satisfaction at removing what he saw as another nuisance from his realm.

It was moments like these that really made her wonder what made him so apprehensive about fighting the ponies.

"Wow... You know, after so long with him on our side, it's actually really... disturbing... to see the Overlord like this. He's normally so calm, you would never think he could be capable of this, this brutality." One of Sarra's guards said with awe and fear in his voice as they all watched their leader massacre the small army of arimaspi.

"And that is why he is such a good leader, my little changeling. He can be kind to encourage you to follow him, and he can be terrifyingly brutal to remind you why it's a bad idea to betray him." Sarra said as she watched, ready to fire a spell or two if she felt her husband was getting overwhelmed.

Though if anything it was the arimaspi who were getting overwhelmed by her husband.

"Maybe that's why the ponies love their Princesses so much?" one drone mumbled through the hive mind.

"Maybe..." Sarra mused to herself.

At this point she knew the battle, and the rest of the 'war' were decided, with the Overlord as the victor. The pretender who had been thrown hadn't stood up yet, though it was clear that she was still awake, maybe hoping she could play dead to escape being killed. A few moments later Nobody had shifted over to her area in his battle, and as he was fighting around her he stomped her head in with one kick, ending the pretender and gaining complete control of the blues.

The army would move on to the mountain that the arimaspi used as a home and they would butcher everything inside, there would be none left. Nobody hated slaves, and it would be too difficult to train all that was left of their race while trying to breed them up to a stable number again. They would be remembered though, after all once their pelts were washed and combed they were actually quite soft and plush. Plus their bones were very sturdy and fracture proof for the most part, so they made great ornaments and decorations! Yes, they would be remembered... for the failures they were.

Author's Note

Yay, another chapter out and it didn't take three months to make!

Next one might take a while, have to go job hunting so...

It'll be fine. I hope.