Swords of Rome

“You are too slow. You should have stayed in Africa and fought men of equal value as yourself, my friend.” Gaius felt odd speaking as he was. It wasn’t in his nature so rude, but his tactic seemed to be doing its trick. With the hot summer’s sun overhead, and the heavy sword in the Numidian’s hand, he was begi

Again, with another murderous roar, the Numidian lunged forward, but this time the man’s fatigue was getting the better of him as his speed was drastically reduced. It was hot, and while Gaius was weighed down by his armor, he wasn’t as bothered by the dry air.

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Gaius saw his opportunity.

“You come to my land, my country, and bring war,” Gaius yelled as he moved closer, waiting for his opening. “Why, to murder my people in a war not of our making? Your people are cowards, and will one-day face judgment for the lives you have taken!”

The man did not like what he was hearing, obviously, to some degree he understood what Gaius was saying as sounded repeatedly what seemed like the same word, none of which Gaius understood. It did not matter, regardless; Gaius was done with this fight.

As the heavy Numidian sword came crashing down, striking the earth with a savage blow, driving nearly a full foot into the soft soil, Gaius dodged a moment earlier as the blade came rushing past him. He danced around his opponent and saw his opening: the Numidian’s exposed ribcage, where Gaius drove all twenty-four inches of his sword into the Numidian’s chest.

The Numidian screamed in agony, baring his teeth like a caged beast as Gaius’ sword was quickly withdrawn from his torso.

The man tried to strike at Gaius with what remaining strength he had left, but again, the Roman easily ducked under the counterattack.

Dark crimson blood poured out from the wound, which the man’s hastily tried to cover with his freed hand. Gaius had missed the heart, which he had been aiming for, but the angle prevented him from dealing a quick blow. No matter, his opponent was done, both knew it.

The Numidian began to stagger as his color turned a ghostly shade of choky blue. An artery had been severed, that much Gaius knew as his opponent seemed to be no longer aware of where he was standing.

For a moment, as the man dropped his sword, Gaius thought about leaving him as he stood — let the man bleed out. However, he could not bring himself to do so.

Moving carefully toward the Numidian, Gaius aimed the tip of his sword for his opponent’s throat. Slowly, but effectively he drove his sword into the man’s gullet. The act was easy as the Numidian’s eyes opened wide.

The Numidian’s eyes rolled back into his head as he tumbled over, his body twitching violently for several long seconds, before finally he was still.

Gaius breathed deeply as he stared down at the man he killed. He felt nothing, to his own surprise. It was not like Trebia, as he had been horrified by battle and seeing his brothers floating down the icy river. He had done as he had been trained. He bested a superior foe in combat, but he felt no joy in the act, or pity for the man.

A moment later four Roman riders trotted up behind Gaius, happy to see the two dead warriors at his feet. Right away, they congratulated him as the leapt down from their horses, wanting to hear the details. Gaius, however, said nothing beyond ordering his men to mount and ride back to their patrol. A moment later, looking down at the men he’d killed, Gaius pondered the action a moment longer, as he wondered if these men left anyone to their name, far from the foreign soil they had invaded.

It did not matter Gaius decided. He was content to let them rot in the sun, and be eaten by the birds then to ponder these men’s lives a moment longer.

As the sun moved over the horizon, Gaius and twenty of his men, all of them tired from a weeklong patrol, safeguarding the supply-lines, were finally in sight of the Roman camp, much to their relief.

The consul army had been moving from day-to-day, tracking Ha

Gaius did not know the logistics at this time, but he figured that Ha

As Gaius observed briefly during his short ride through the camp, the plains surrounding Ca

Already thousands to torches lit the Roman camp, making it look like a small town among the sea of stars, which were just now starting to break through the night sky as the sun disappeared below the western horizon. A few miles away he could just barely make out the glow from Ha

“I guess Ha

“So it would seem so,” Gaius replied.

“A shame really. If we were going to give him Ca

“Indeed,” Gaius replied. He felt the same but did not voice his opinion as openly as his subordinate. He was just thankful to be back among his people, and happy that he hadn’t lost any of his men during the deployment. They had been in three engagements, counting the skirmish this afternoon as Ha

The rumbling in Gaius’ stomach reminded him that he needed food as well, so he did not prolong his ride to the camp a moment longer.

Hours later Gaius had been ready to bed down for the night once he rejoined the rest of the Sixth Legion when he was called by an aide who had been instructed to tell him that his presence was requested at a gathering of senior officers. Now, with the full moon hanging high over his head, Gaius walked through a series of large tents that had been erected at the center of the camp.

“Going my way?” Valerius called from behind him.

“It is to the viper’s nest I suppose, we might journey together,” Gaius replied with a wide smile.

“It is good to see you back. I trust all went well?”

“Nothing that couldn’t be handled with a good sword and a fast horse, which I have both,” Gaius replied. “It would seem that you’ve had troubles of your own.”

“Indeed. Ha

“It is good to know that my work was for nothing,” Gaius sneered with a mocking tone. “Aren’t the consuls going to confront Ha

“We’ve tried, but that snake won’t come out of his hole. For now, he seems bent on standing between us and breakfast. In the meantime, his riders continue to harass our foraging parties, apparently hoping to starve us out of food and water.”