commotion. Still naked from their first night of union, Joth peaked outside the leather tent flap. “What did we miss?” he remarked.
Rinka pulled him back inside. “Can’t the war wait a few more minutes?” she teased. “I like to have you inside me once again.”
Joth returned a loving smile and then threw his tunic over his head. “Oh, how I’d like that but I think something really important is happening.”
She shook her head and returned the smile. “Oh, go ahead,” she sighed. “I’ll be right behind you.”
By the time Joth stepped out into the dampness of the morning, already the confederate forces were mobilizing. Warriors were hauling their weapons and the thatch-wood barricades from the camps down the trails toward the abandoned Roman emergency camp. And no sooner had the sun appeared behind the thick, morning clouds, rain began to sprinkle down on the landscape. At first it was a trickle, and then it grew steadier. It was the morning of the second day …show more content…
Joth was keeping pace behind his commander, using his skillful framea throws, and as usual, the Targanchi had been deadly accurate. None among them could personally know how many men they had killed in two days as the tribesmen had become more like meat-cutters than warriors. They came upon a group of the staunchest resisters who had constructed crude fortifications in the center of the trail, giving cover to five-hundred legionary with archer support. From there, crack bowmen picked off any tribesman foolish enough to approach the defensive tree trunks, overturned carts and dead bodies piled like sandbags. Always in the thick of the most intense fighting, Arminius, Segimer, Joth and several dozen auxiliary horsemen stopped to appraise the situation. Like a prickly pear, javelins and pikes protruded from the sides and surfaces of the makeshift
Rinka pulled him back inside. “Can’t the war wait a few more minutes?” she teased. “I like to have you inside me once again.”
Joth returned a loving smile and then threw his tunic over his head. “Oh, how I’d like that but I think something really important is happening.”
She shook her head and returned the smile. “Oh, go ahead,” she sighed. “I’ll be right behind you.”
By the time Joth stepped out into the dampness of the morning, already the confederate forces were mobilizing. Warriors were hauling their weapons and the thatch-wood barricades from the camps down the trails toward the abandoned Roman emergency camp. And no sooner had the sun appeared behind the thick, morning clouds, rain began to sprinkle down on the landscape. At first it was a trickle, and then it grew steadier. It was the morning of the second day …show more content…
Joth was keeping pace behind his commander, using his skillful framea throws, and as usual, the Targanchi had been deadly accurate. None among them could personally know how many men they had killed in two days as the tribesmen had become more like meat-cutters than warriors. They came upon a group of the staunchest resisters who had constructed crude fortifications in the center of the trail, giving cover to five-hundred legionary with archer support. From there, crack bowmen picked off any tribesman foolish enough to approach the defensive tree trunks, overturned carts and dead bodies piled like sandbags. Always in the thick of the most intense fighting, Arminius, Segimer, Joth and several dozen auxiliary horsemen stopped to appraise the situation. Like a prickly pear, javelins and pikes protruded from the sides and surfaces of the makeshift