The legionaries, like the well train soldiers they were, formed a ring of shields around the lord, gemming him in. The ring began to tighten, hoping to trap Numitor where his weapon would be useless.
Instead of waiting, Numitor feinted a heavy overhand blow at a man in front of him, who lifted his shield to block it. Reversing the blade with blinding speed, he spun it backwards and ran the man through, following it up with a kick that sent him sliding off the gigantic sword. The wall of shields collapsed as Numitor swung, and the legionaries has to break formation to attack him.
Numitor swing his blade around him in a circle, forcing all of the soldiers to leap back to avoid being cut in half. One was not so lucky, and attempted to block the blow with his sword.
The Kavehan weapon sheared right through the steel, and into the bone flesh and blood beneath, slicing the man in half. His comrades jumped forward to the attack, and a whirlingly fight erupted.
Numitor swung his greatsword down, reverses it again to hit someone behind him, slid it out, kicked a body away from him, and slit the throat of another. Grabbing his sword blade with a gloved hand, he used it spearwise, and ran a many through, the weapon protruding from his back. He wrenched it up, sending blood and brains scattering around the room as the sword cleaned upwards through the dead soldier’s head.
It could not go on. A javelin buried itself in his leg, and Numitor fell to one knee, still laying about him with a vengeance. A gladius got through, slicing his arm. The bearer of the weapon was not given the chance to celebrate his achievement, as Numitor punched him in the leg, and bashed his brain in with the hilt.
The Rebel Lordbwould have died that day, if not for the running speed of his one surviving aide, who had dashed down the mountain to Numitor’s army.
Titus’ defense was failing, he was covered in blood, and the room was a heap of bodies. The survivors of the squad were gingerly picking their way across the corpses, moving with caution for fear of Waveflame. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a flood of soldiers from the Tenth legion rushed in, slaughtering the Ultorii troops. Lucius was gone, but the vengeful men vented their rage on Amulius, who was thrown from the top of the mountain. His family had left in time, while he had stayed to arrange some monetary affairs.
As Numitor was carried back down to his army, the flames from the burning villa cast light over the surrounding forests, weird shadows flickering. Numitor passed out.
The coal did not fall into Lucius’ hands. He returned to his ships, with some coal, but not enough to keep him ships steaming indefinitely. He had his fleet anchor near his army camp, and continued to fight the war on land. Numitor recovered, but he walked with a slight limp whenever it rained.
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