this might make it to 5 or 6 chapters depending on where i cut it. thanks for reading :)
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chapter 3:
Titus looked up as a shadow caught his eye. scuttling above pushing loose dirt down catching the attention of the men.
"sire we are..." "i know cosmos, we are being followed".
all of a sudden Titus stopped as his face filled with rage. His eyes darkened to black and his mouth snarled. infront of him only five feet away was a man stareing at him.
he was dressed in dirt covered white rope that reached to his waist. the scruffed ends were folded into the iron and rhino hide chest and back armor. he wore similar trousers that were baggy and ripped, the ends were tucked into his boots that protected his shins.
the robe was formed into a vest as the sleeves were torn off due to the extreme hea. his scared face and battered head was wrapped in a white cloth that was knotted at the top of his head.the entire of his head was smothered by the mass of fabric, which only had a small gap fr his cold, lifeless eyes.
"drop your weapons spartans and save my time from aniolating you all" he hissed spitting it out like an insult.
he raised his arm signaling a large amount of archers to come forth. they aimed down from the edge but were still out of sight. only the tips of the silver arrows were seen. they too were wrapped in white fabric but with no armor. just thin fabric, they were ill - hungry, thirsty and extremely malnurished.
Titus let out an almighty roar and ran - leaping throught the air, like a cheater pouncing on its prey, he forced the spear through the mans guts releasing a pool of thick red blood.
his spear cracked through the mans armor and ripped a gaping hole in the fabric. titus pulled the man close and whispered in his ear "know your enermy".
titus pulled out a bronze dagger engraved in gold from his dying foes shithe and plunged it deep into the mans back, twisting and tearing flesh. the cracking of ribs rippled through the air giving and unconcious message to silence those around titus.
from that last thrust the power radiated throughout titus. fresh enermy blood on his hands and body gave him a long forgotten tingle reminding him of his father. he silently thanked him for allowing such blood to fall from others onto his unwanting hands.
the man gasped once more, his arms smayed by his side and his legs shuck and tensed trying not to fall but with a swift push from titus he slowly slid down to the ground leaving him lying in a puddle of his blood. titus looked at his face as the life drained from him. gurgles erupted from his mouth as blood spluttered out onto his cheek which slid down to join the ever growing puddle.
titus spat on the ground and raised his shield walking back slowly watching the archers as they froze with confusion. titus wiped the sweat from his forehead and rejoined the five hundred that awaited his orders.
within minutes the archers grew angry, screaming and howling like barbarians. releasing a wave of arrowsclumsily hit rocks and dirt missing the intended target. arrows that ricocheted of the valley walls splintered and broke in half.
