Absolutely infuriating.
This entire situation was nothing short of absolutely infuriating.
For the moment, at least, Altanis was able to let go of the fact she was not in command of this entire army. That would have been a chore she could do without at the moment; she was here to study this entire 'unmaking' business directly, so it would have only added needless complications to things. That much she realized and could admit, as much as it made her blood boil to have to imagine following the orders of anyone else at all, regardless of the reasoning behind it. A bitter pill to swallow, but one she could bear.
What she couldn't handle or so easily dismiss, however...was the ones who had been put in charge above her.
The Commander himself, in as much as she could ascertain, was at least...a fair enough pick for the role, given his skills. In terms of that, he was a fine candidate and she had no issues. It was something far more intangible, and personally offensive. His attitude. The sheer, barely-restrained disdain that could be sensed radiating off of him and coloring his tone like someone had shoved a steaming pile of imp offal into his helmet when he had ground out his words during their very brief, very tense conversation. Appointing her as a Lieutenant in this army, and acting like it was some immensely impressive gift. There were still many, many words to be had on that subject...but they could wait. She could bite her tongue, and wait until after this event was over. By then perhaps things would have changed, and the forced edge of tenuous civility could be tossed aside entirely.
...but.
Even more infuriating than the absolute atrocity that was that meeting, was the audacity behind the General she had been placed under. A barely-restrained mass of pure, unbridled anger and rage puppeteering around a sack of meat in the shape of a human. Impressive enough, to imagine the kind of spectacle he might put on when thrown into battle...but the idea of him leading anything at all, let alone such a large group of troops, was equal parts laughable and insulting. Laughable, because of the nigh-certainty he would lead them to a swift and early defeat thanks to his impetuous attitude. Insulting because, for all the soldiers under his banner...she was, by technicality, among them.
If she dwelled on it too long, she knew, her splendid fangs would be ground blunt.
Instead, she had turned her simmering anger to a more useful avenue. Studying the provided maps of the island, such as they had been given, and making preparations to properly lead out her own unit while scouring the armory for provided equipment. A paltry sum of soldiers compared to what she was used to back home, during the wars...but it was sufficient. The relatively small number would be more mobile than a larger force, and it would be suitable for what she had in mind.
The one saving grace she had in this entire affair was that she had, in spite of her best estimates and predictions, actually been granted a request she made of the so-called Doom Slayer. Nearly all of those in her command were those who had some personal issue or vendetta against the Unmaking and other aspects of Darkseid's forces. The type who would be willing to do anything and everything to cause even a little damage to them, and who would be less averse to self-risk if it meant a minor strike back. Only a small number of them had any kind of real experience, and fewer still could be called any kind of actual 'soldier', let alone a veteran...but with the right hand to guide them, such things weren't always needed.
Reckless they might be...but if properly aimed, and given the right targets, that could work to her advantage. It would be the perfect little scheme to skulk about and lay all manner of sabotage to the enemy ranks and positions, leaving them much easier pickings for the more...angry aspects of their army to sweep in and demolish.
The only hard part would be keeping them organized and properly controlled. If they were allowed to run too rampant and free, they would very likely run off entirely as soon as not...but if kept on too tight a leash they might become resentful and turn on her before being of any use at all. A delicate balance; unlike the blindly loyal forces under the banner of her former lord, she could not simply order this entire lot to walk into death just because she said to.
It would be difficult, yes...but matters like this were what she had lived for, back home. Though she wasn't here to play good little soldier girl, or lead this sorry bunch to victory in this absurd game, it was almost refreshing to be back in her proper place. She had been very nearly the second in command, before...but that was for a cause she firmly believed in and cared about. This little slice of authority she had here couldn't possibly compare, but it didn't need to. This wasn't some great cause, just a casual experiment to gather some further information.
The fact it was going to be such a violent one was only an extra bonus.
* * *
From the armory, she had taken what she felt like...appropriate equipment. Though their design was foreign to her, she could recognize them easily enough. An armored suit, worn over her humanoid portion, and with additional armor plating draped over her equine half. For weaponry, she had opted for a simple pair of energy blades, glowing a brilliant red when active but an utterly unassuming hilt when not; they would more than suffice in case anything got close, and her natural powers would serve perfectly at range.
And now, properly equipped, she stood at the head of the force she had been granted command of. 'Something Wicked', it was called...appropriate enough, given what it would be doing. She looked out over the assembled crew, golden eyes sweeping their unblinking stare over each and every individual as they stood at ease and waited, nervously fidgeting and quietly chatting with each other.
"I have very little to say, before we set out," she finally spoke up. Long years of experience let her natural voice carry without any external assistance, drowning out the hum and buzz of the assembled troops and quickly silencing them altogether. "But what I will say is something you should all take great pains to memorize, and remember." She turned to her side and slowly began to pace to and fro, making a deliberate effort to have each step resound in a loud, clear strike of her hooves.
"I am aware that all of you have some personal vendetta against one of our foes here today. The Unmaking." She turned her gaze sideways, out over the crowd, and she could see the restless shifting and scowls now rolling through the ranks. "Rest assured...I have similar issue with them. And they shall be our focus." She let a faint sneer crawl onto her face. "We are not here for things like glory, or honor, or fame, or even victory in this little event. This Dante's Abyss is little more than a means to an end, to strike directly at this little faction of the Unmade, and see how they like being the ones cornered and driven to destruction."
A ripple of murmuring broke out among the crowd, and though it was mostly a dull droning buzz hard to make out from her position, Altanis could nonetheless tell her words had struck a chord with many of the assembled. Her eyes gleamed brightly, with how easy this was turning out to be.
"To such an end, there is a short list of things you should keep in mind." Her voice rose again, and the noise of the troops quickly silenced again. "This will not be a quick affair. We will use the same underhanded, infiltrating and destructive tactics they once used. It will not be a swift vengeance, and the odds of every one of you surviving is slim...but if you retain your composure, and follow my orders, we will see success in the end." Another wave of uneasy murmuring ran through the crowd, some of the especially inexperienced ones looking pale and suddenly incredibly nervous.
"...but rest assured. Your continued survival is a high priority." She went on, her voice dropping slightly in volume and taking on a somber, soothing tone. "Every one of you that falls is a harsh blow to our side, and losses will be kept to a minimum. As hard as it may be, however...you must all be prepared for whoever you march side by side with today to not be there tomorrow., and be ready to fight twice as hard to make up for their loss. I do not expect it will be easy, nor will I lie to you and say that it will be. It will be exactly the opposite."
"But all of you, I believe..." Her expression curled into a vicious smirk. "....have enough fire in you to succeed. Each and every one of you can survive, if you fight hard enough, and follow my plans. The more of you that survive, the more damage we can do in turn to the enemy." All eyes were on her now, and the silence was almost deafening. She had their attention now, and just needed one last push to get them fully on board.
"So now..." She slowly lifted one hand up, palm toward her and fingers splayed out wide. "...let us go show the enemy just what kind of mistake they have made, by leaving so many of you behind to seek revenge." Her fingers curled closed, as she swept her arm out to one side. "Both of our enemies, the forces of the Unmaking and the other army involved in this farce of an event, will soon know terror when something wicked their way comes. We have no friends; we have no allies. We have only targets. Now go; move out, and let us go strike them down!"
The noise that erupted from the assembled ranks was a discordant din impossible to distinguish anything from; intermingled anger, excitement, fear, and pure adrenaline all formed one indistinct mass of droning sound that lingered in echoes long after the the forces making it had spilled forth from the castle in barely-restrained order.