Ironhollow 69

Poppy dressed in tough leather armor, and pulled her wavy red hair under a helmet. The rest of the rebels were doing similarly.
Straightening her armor, she hefted a short steel dagger, and tucked a small revolver pistol into her belt, although she would most likely only fight hand to hand.
 She was a military Initiate. She had trained for this kind of thing for years. And yet she was nervous.
Paisley stepped up to her. "Are you ready?" She asked Poppy.
"Uh huh." Poppy lied, "What about you?"
"No." Paisley said, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, me neither." Poppy said with a weak smile.
"I don't know how Warren or Eden will handle it if we succeed and we do capture Prescott. I mean, he is their father. Sure, he's the worst father ever and he's waging war against them, but he's still their father." Paisley said, glancing at Eden. She had not dressed in armor- she was only ten and was not going into battle, her brother had insisted upon it.

A few minutes later Paisley and Poppy met up with the rest of the rebels going into battle, including Victoria and Arden and Warren. The count of the rebels came to about two hundred and fifty which was surprising. But could they hold up under the pressure of Prescott's army.
Camdun Bateson stepped forward. "Rebels! Today we march into battle, to be liberated from the tyranny of Prescott's rule. You all know the plan, and we may hope It will succeed. But all the hope in the world won't get us through this if we don't try hard. So fight well, and may many of you live to see the dawn."

The rebels marched out of the catacombs, and walked through the senate building, until they were marching beneath a sky dark with rain clouds. "Should we be wary of locals?" Someone asked Earysta. "No need, they were evacuated sometime yesterday." She answered.