Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-24685738-20170612014501

The Centurion gasped as the axe entered his stomach, but his horse was trained well, rearing and kicking its hooves at Torbjorn in a bid to protect its master.

Maia grabbed for a spear, a weapon she knew how to use, and drove it into the nearest Legionnaire.

The Legionnaires were professionals, trained soldiers, and it was not the first time they had been faced by surprise attacks such as this. They moved their shields into the most suitable position to block the volleys of arrows besieging them, slowly moving inwards to points at which they could strike back.