Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-24685738-20170805010357

Praetor Vallian simply stared down at Taeris, not seeming to care what the Reachmen were like. "They butchered my men, and picked us off like sheep in the field. They deserve to die."

He raised his arm, revealing his ornate, golden-hilted Legionnaire's sword, the mark of his office. "Tenth Legion Alaude! Charge!" He roared, and the Centurions on all sides of him repeated the same message.

The Legionnaires ran forward, barely staying in ranks as they were so eager for the slaughter, and even Taeris' century looked like they were about to do the same, without having received the order from him.