interesting last chapter. obviously the blood shed carries on in this chapter. hope you enjoy merciless killings :)
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chapter 4:
the front rank stepped forward - stopping infront of titus connecting their shields together and raised them above their heads protecting one another, titus joined the front rank watching the path getblocked by arrows.
"march for glory, for life - for sparta!" roared titus, a row of spears poked through the wall of shields as they marched slow and cautiously. steel and iron clanged as the rain of arrows hit, it seemed to never end as death was spilled over and over.
"keep moving men" "show no fear".
rocks and bolders were being thrown to break the formation as the arrows didnt work.
spartans were crushed and the injured were pinned to the floor by rusted arrows. war crys and screams echoed. the dying pleading for help and mercy, but none were given.
a thunderous sound erupted as dust and sand clouded them.
little did they know a band of men rose from their camoflage holes holding spears and clenching their kharld and crooked swords.
behind them a ditch dug to fit twisted spikes, a trap for any who flee, covered in dirt blending into the land scape.
the cloud cleared and they were shown for all to see.
"spartans... it seems we have a few friends blocking our way. lets give them a hand and move them on... to the afterlife!"
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the men walked faster keeing the inpentrable formation "cosmos take the high grounds". cosmos broke free with several spartans following him. he dropped his shield, disgarding it. he dug his spear into the dirt and began to climb.
his hands bled as he grabbed sharp rocks hauling himself up. the archers were oblivious to them as they were concentrating on titus and his remaining followers.
as cosmos reached the top he grappled a warrior thumping his face with a rock. the top of his skull split from the impact and releasing a wave of brain and juice pouring out along with blood creating a dark and creative pattern on the floor.
cosmos twisted the warriors arms behind his back snapping them instantly. he used the man as a shield as he walked through a fresh wave of arrows. the body was still suirming as pain subsided and came to the well knowing numbingness know as death.
cosmos threw the lifeless body aside and drew his sword waving it like a crazed psycopath, hacking through fresh as if they were butter.
he spun dodging swipes. he turned the blade running it through an unworthy opponant, splitting his guts in two spilling blood and intestine all over his leather sandals and bleeding feet.
the man gurgled and mumbled, wrapping his hands in his entrails screaming in fear and shock. cosmos kicked him with every ounce of strength and he fell back onto a rock. when he rolled off and hit the ground, he opened his blood shot eyes staring at comos...
his distroyer.
