While ostensibly Denara was commander of a full Legion under Krusious, in reality the once-angel commanded barely over a hundred men, culled from other legions and from those who survived her full and focused presence on the battlefield.  She tested them all rigorously, constantly driving them to train and improve themselves, to show their devotion to her and her lord through strength and skill.  They prided themselves on being the elite and fought eagerly for the chance to show their devotion to her.<br/><br/>It was perhaps a nod to Denara's tastes that a disproportionate number of her soldiers were women, but considering the ability she instilled in them, few people were in a position to care about gender.<br/><br/>When the runner found her, the angel was sparring bare-handed against a pair of other soldiers at the same time, practicing her curious and unique style that not only incorporated fists and feat but also her black-feathered wings into flurries of vicious blows and rapid movements.  She feinted with the left hand, lashing out at one of the soldiers only to twist the motion into a kick that caught the unlucky woman in the solar plexus, a single beat of her wings accelerating that twist into a spin that batted away the blows of the other attacker, a young and determined-looking man.<br/><br/>She had been about to turn the twisting blur of wing and skin into a sudden headbutt only to halt as she caught sight of the messenger out of the corner of her eye and huffed in disappointment, holding up a single finger to forestall both soldiers from continuing.  "Prince Krusious calls me.  You two will have to conclude this match against each other, do not think to disappoint me by giving anything less than your best, even if I am not your opponent."<br/><br/>With that, Denara strode from the ring, summoning her armor over the bare-bones breastband and training breeches she had been wearing for the bout, red-trimmed black steel coalescing over her form.  Her scythe remained un-summoned, not needed for anything at present as she strode through the second gates and into the Demon Prince' domain, approaching the throne to kneel before him not more than five minutes after he had given the order, red eyes looking up as she bent to one knee, black wings folded behind her.  "You called for me Master?"