Legion: A Tale of Rome
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Ah, hand gripped me by the shoulder. Are you injured? Bayrou said. I I don't know. I confessed. Barrow Wass. I thought I saw the white of bone on his forearm. The others I asked his Varroa pulled me gruffly to my feet and looked me over for wounds. But Davis and Priskos are all right, he told me. Brutus too. For the first time, I began to take in the carnage around me. It was a Ziff. Hands were being removed from my eyes. A thick line of bodies run like a tide mark of seaweed and debris on a beach. I almost stumbled as I recognise the damage wrought on my own century. We've lost over 20 Viral confirmed you on the two others are about all that's left of the front rank justice. I forced myself to ask. Varro pointed with his bloody sword. The Centauri in lay on his bag. Throat tourney open His arms cut to ribbons are op. Geo lay dead a few metres away from him, doubtless having rushed forwards to assume command, Priskos has the century, my friend, inform me, slapping me across the head to regain my attention. Come on, we're falling back there, feeding other centuries up for the next attack. The next attack. How don't we beating them? I looked across the field. Then the enemy is still clung to the valley like a curse. They had pulled out of javelin range. Ondas men dragged and carried their wounded and screaming from the field. Others paste in front of their ranks, doubtless demanding courage of metal from their comrades. Help me with him! Vairo spoke sharply. Seem one of our own move in. What I had imagined was a tangle of the dead guns, a soldier from my section something and cut across his face. One. I looked at me, and while panic the other down, it'll broken on his cheek section Commander, he pleaded, Please, I don't want to die. You're not going to die. I spoke automatically. Come on, we've got to get back behind the other century on reform viral pressed me, but I realised that the army was giving ground so that the moans of dead would become an obstacle for the enemy's next charge. I looked down at gums. His hands were presto, where a bulge of intestine erupted from his stomach. I don't want to die, he said weekly. Shut up and hold your guts in, Pharaoh growled, then put in one hand under the shoulder of his armour and holding our shields in the other. We dragged the boy to safety. He cried out in pain, and I saw the men of the fresh century swallow their nerves as we passed through their ranks. Finally, we were clear under the rear of the battle lines. I want my mother comes, pleaded. He got Brutus instead. The old sweat looked at me with near pity before turning his attention to the boy on you to be dying. Steady Now, lads, is just a flesh wound. You'll be fine. Second of the second Priskos began to call Form upon me. Form up! Form up! Quickly! Go! I did not look at the devastation that was guns face. I could not stand the pleading that was in his one eye. I knew that he would see the truth on my face, that it would never see his mother again. That he would die on this blood soaked field. I look to Brutus. I know between us was all that we had needed or wanted. I ran to join Priskos. I run Tau await death