Blades Of Blood Pt.2 Gaius' metal armour sagged into his skin, and his sword hung by his side, splashed with blood. His shield weighed down his arm, and sweat burrowed on his brow. He heard war cries. The sound of steel on steel. Muffled orders flying about. Men screaming. The noise suddenly died down. Gaius told his men to form a square, and raise their shields. He retreated into their ranks as they formed three big tortoise formations, with swords and spears sticking out. He was near the front of the men, so he could see in front of the men, through the small gaps in the legionaries shields. Everything went quite. He breathed in, and waited. Some of his men prayed to the Emperor. He was extremely loyal to the emperor, but he hated praying. The idea that you asked someone for help angered him. Only you can solve your own problems, with no ones help but your own. Something caught Gaius' attention. It was only a small detail, as small flash of movement, but it alerted him. It was a Loyalist soldier, identifiable due to the black cape cascading down from his armour. It was a scout, so it was there for one reason. "Run!" He yelled. This was when he was grateful for his strict discipline & training routines. In less than half a second, all three-hundred and sixty odd men were moving, in formation.