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FIVE ... battles and trauma..yay
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MANY THOUGHTS ran through Trepid's head at the thought of the war games. War games. It's a war game. Meaning there will be fighting, weapons, danger, maybe even death.
Trepid was now wearing some armor that Hazel and Percy helped them put on. They had on a helmet, shin guards, forearm guards, a chest place and back plate, and a their ring. The weight was unbearable but for safety? They'd make it bearable.
Once they got out of camp, the Fifth Cohort formed two lines behind their centurions, Dakota and Gwen. They marched north, skirting the edge of the city, and headed to the Field of Mars-the largest, flattest part of the valley. The grass was cropped short by all the unicorns, bulls, and homeless fauns that grazed here.
Trepid found the sight other worldly.
The earth was pitted with explosion craters and scarred with trenches from past games. At the north end of the field stood their target. The engineers had built a stone fortress with an iron portcullis, guard towers, scorpion ballistae, water cannons, and no doubt many other nasty surprises for the defenders to use.
"They did a good job today," Hazel noted. "That's bad for us."
"Wait," Percy said. "You're telling me that fortress was built today?"
"We so screwed, guys I think I'm feeling sick" Trepid muttered holding their stomach as if they were gonna barf. The thought of that made them wanna puke.
Hazel grinned patting Trepid's shoulder, they tensed. "Legionnaires are trained to build. If we had to, we could break down the entire camp and rebuild it somewhere else. Take maybe three or four days, but we could do it."
"Let's not," Percy said. "So you attack a different fort every night?"
"Not every night," Frank said. "We have different training exercises. Sometimes death ball-um, which is like paint-ball, except with...you know, poison and acid and fire balls. Sometimes we do chariots and gladiator competitions, sometimes war games."
