King Arcadian's war party made camp in a large clearing in the center of Zellers' Woods. The leveling of New Paris had exhausted them, and rest was needed before they reached the next mutant city. Suddenly an orange streak exploded from the underbrush towards the campsite. For the next severel moments the air was a blur of orange, chrome and occasionally red, and screams echoed through the distant trees. Then as quickly as it had begun, the chaos ended and the clearing was deathly calm. Where a hundred soldiers once stood, a hundred corpses now littered the ground in various stages of dismemberment. The shadows in the center of the campgroud seemed to shift as Tiberius rose to his feet. He strode back towards the edge of the camp, looking here and there for movment as he went. When he reached the edge of the impromtu cemetery, he turned and admired his handywork. Out of one hundred men, not one had the chance to draw his laser rifle in defense. A feeling of other-worldly power swelled up inside Tiberius. This is how he would defeat the king's plans. Stealth, agillity, cunning; the attributes of the tiger that he had for so long taken for granted. Tiberius raised his eyes to the night sky and let forth an earsplitting roar. There were five more divisions spread throughout the woods. The roar was his warning and his challenge. The time for revenge had come. Let King Arcadian, and all those who stood with him beware.