Aulus picked up his sword and rushed after the Carthaginian, he closed in on the crawling man, aiming to give him a quick death with an aimed stab.
Ivyari take a side of his blind eye, to put betheen them female gladiator with hammer. Ivyari hoped that someone will soon help her, she grab some sand and push it in the eyes of female gladiator and
The Carthaginian turns to face Aulus, facing his death with honour as the young Roman picks up his sword. "You may take my life, Roman, but...Hrrrgh!" He spasms as Aulus stabs him through the upper chest, above the breastplate, and dies. Aulus stands utterly exhausted, and knows that if the other Carthaginians, who stand by their horses looking at him in anger, decide to attack, his life is forfeit. Luckily, though, they seem to honour their leader's word, though Aulus has a scare when his men begin to cheer at the victory, infuriating the Carthaginians even further. Slowly, the mount their horses, and head back to the walls, taking their leader's body with them.
Aulus used his shield as a crutch to hold onto, as he caught his breath. It wasn't the first life he'd taken but the nature of a one-on-one duel made it far more personal. He had ended that man's life. Did he have a wife? Children? He didn't have much time to contemplate. Anyway, his actions probably saved the lives of some or all of his men and the Celtic auxiliaries too. He wiped off the blood from his sword and sheathed it, before he returned to the farmstead. He took a breather and said, 'Let's more quickly before they change their mind.'
Inside the farm house, Ard sees his men looking at him with an element of newfound respect, as well as the celts. The scantily clad Egyptian gives an assertive nod. "Indeed. Lead the way, Roman, and have your men shield me from the slingers."
With his exhaustion, lust was the furthest thing in his mind, so he, for that moment, did not mind her state of undress, 'Yes, stick close to us.' He looked to the Celts, 'That goes for everyone of you without a shield as well. The ones who do, join my men in formation. I don't want to see any losses on the way back, you hear?' He opened the farmstead's doors wide and looked to the assembled troops, 'Hastati! Shield wall towards the city! Everyone else get in cover behind us!' He looked to the Egyptian defector, 'Stick close to me. We are moving out.' Aulus took the head of the formation and joined his men's shields, 'Alright, double time it!' He lead the men out of the farmstead and towards the Roman lines.
The men form up, the front line holding their shields up in front of them, and the rear line raising shields over their heads, as they begin to move back towards the Roman lines. The slingers on the walls loose stone after stone at the retreating Romans, the projectiles slamming into their shields and managing to hit one man in the shoulder, the rock smashing through cloth, skin and muscle. Still, eventually Aulus and his squad get out of range, and finally escape. "You've done well, Roman." The Egyptian nods her head in appreciation. "I will speak of this to your leader." The redheaded celt gives a snort. "You fight like a drunken hog, but you've got courage, at least."
Aulus breathed a sigh of relief as they managed to get back to their lines. He looked at the Egyptian woman, 'I hope whatever you have to offer was worth the men we lost.' He looked to the Celtic girl, chuckled, 'A drunken hog? Can't say I've ever seen one let alone see one fight.' Taking some water from a barrel, he washed his face and then looked to the Egyptian, 'Well, let's not let the general wait any longer. Follow me.' He made his way through the Roman camp towards the general's tent with the Egyptian.
"You think your cunt is adequate repayment for all the deaths you caused?" Bostar growls angrily, though his eyes hungrily look at Anai's nakedness. "You think I'll just fall into line because you...ah..." He moans as Taia begins to kiss his neck, her hand slipping up his thigh and into his pteruges, the armoured skirt worn by Greek, Roman and Carthaginian soldiers, to touch his manhood.
"I can do that. But once again, getting the message to her is not without danger." Pesca continues to let the woman touch him, without responding.
Ivyari used her sword to disarm woman from the hammer and kick her in the neck, to knock her out and get ready for coming half blind gladiator.
The Roman front line is an elaborate series of earthworks, trenches and watchtowers built mostly by the soldiers who now man it, and is a powerful defensive position, impossible for a person to cross without being intercepted, and highly dangerous for an army. They're met at the line by a century of guardsmen, and escorted into the camp. Looking around, Aulus sees the encampment spread across the land, tent after tent spread across even, well ordered rows, with ditches and walls built to make any direct attack on the area suicidal. Like an ant's nest, soldiers, slaves and civilians hurry around the streets and promenades, busy with the work that goes into supporting more than 20,000 people. Led by the centurion, Aulus and the Egyptian are guided into a large tent, where they find some small couches, a table, and a shelf with various scrolls, mostly poetry. The scent of incense is in the air, mixed with the smell of food being cooked by a slave in a pot by the edge of the tent. "The general is busy. You will wait here." The centurion speaks gruffly, though his gruffness is aimed more at the Egyptian than at Aulus. "I'm being kept waiting? Tell your general that I'm far from patient." The Egyptian breathes dangerously low, and the centurion shrugs and walks away, caring little for the woman's threats. Outside, Aulus' men set up to get something to eat, play some dice and relax, destressing after what happened, while the redhead stands by the entrance to the tent, not intruding but staying close enough to come to the woman's aid if necessary. "So..." The Egyptian lays on one of the couches, her round ass all but exposed to Aulus' eyes. "Does your general normally make people wait? Bah, it matters not. Thank you for your help earlier, young Roman. I am Maat."
The woman stumbles and falls as she's kicked, going down face first into the sands. Ivyari is knocked down by a wild tackle from the gladiator, however, lying on her back with the wind knocked out of her lungs and the gladiator on top of her, rubbing their eyes clear.
Ivyari gasp for air, trying to collect breath but she didn't give up yet. She hold tighter her sword and stab gladiator in the heart to kill him fast and get up after that to be ready to fight.
Th All the deaths she caused? What a laugh. If he couldn't stand the deaths, he had no place on the battlefield. "No, dear General." Anai answered as she moved her hand under his tunic. "But it will allow you to go into battle with clearer head."
"War, is not without risks, general." Flavia hummed. "Will that stop you?" A moment later a runner arrives and salutes. "General, the Centuria returned with Egyptian defector."
The sword hits his side, but it does little than annoy him. The sword was dull after the long assault, the amazon was weakened as she was being choked and she had no space to make a full swing. The man strikes the sword out of her hand, annoyed and squeezed her throat and Ivyari's vision darkened. She started struggling as the man choked her, unable to free herself. Suddenly a sword went through his neck - then quickly back. He collapsed on Ivyari, dead. "You alright there?" She heard a fellow amazon ask.
Ivyari cought few times, holding her throat as air get back to her body. "Yeah, thanks for help." She said and look around the battlefield, taking back her sword and bow, and looking for knocked out female gladiator.
Korina helped Ivyari get out from under the gladiator's body. As she looked up, the female gladiator has just finished cleaning her eyes and was starting getting up.
