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Decentius stared up at him, his grin stretching into blowing smoke sour grimace. The men behind him were silent, watching. There was still fight in them. Six paces, and they were kicking the bodies of the slain underfoot. From the ranks of the other warriors came a reverberating clatter and hum: they were beating the metal balls at the base of their spears against their shields. His hand, his arm, his chest were bright and wet with blood. What good would it serve, whose god would it benefit, for them all to die in this place? What’s your answer, centurion? As he spoke, the two bound captives were blowing smoke up the slope and made to kneel. Castus himself took the right wing, raising his shield before him.
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