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The day was an average one, Maleos had been tasked with taking a small group of men out to deal with some barbarians who had been spotted to the North. They had left the day before, and they had ridden well into the day, not stopping until the sun threatened to disappear completely and leave them fumbling in the dark. It wasn’t until there was barely any day light left in the day that Maleos allowed his men to stop. They set up a quick camp that consisted of nothing more than a few tents, allowing the men to rest as he himself took guard over night. He was too fired up at the idea of getting to involve himself in some combat to sleep anyways, even if the combat would be against the simple and brutish barbarians.
He stood watch on the North side of their little camp, having paused for a few moments in his slow patrol around the area, he took in the scent of the air. It always smelt so different outside of the cities, he had no idea why, but he supposed that it was the scent of nature versus the scent of people and all the things that came along with civilization. The night air was cool on his exposed skin, his clothing consisting of a simple leather cardiophylax, which covered the left side of his chest, coupled with his usual chitoniskos. His sword was sheathed at his side, ready to be drawn at a moments notice if something seemed unusual. He looked down at the sword for a moment, fond memories of purchasing it and the girl he had met, Leto he believed her name was. The sword had lasted him since he was a boy, and he had it with him from the moment he had joined up with the military until now. The craftsmanship was very good, and if he ever came across Leto again, he would make sure to mention such.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked up from his sword, taking a moment to listen. It seemed everything was calm, at least for the moment. He turned to his right and began to head back onto the path he had been walking, circling the camp to make sure that there was nothing going on from any angle. He paused again for a moment, hearing a noise, he let his eyes scan the area. It seemed there was someone stirring in their camp. A soldier waking up, he paid it no mind, and instead he continued on his patrol, his steps slow but deliberate as he listened for anything going on. All seemed quiet for the moment, and he had to admit he was a little disappointed.
Though he supposed he was bringing the fight to the barbarians, so one way or another, if the reports were accurate, they would be bathing in blood sometime within the next day.
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The day was an average one, Maleos had been tasked with taking a small group of men out to deal with some barbarians who had been spotted to the North. They had left the day before, and they had ridden well into the day, not stopping until the sun threatened to disappear completely and leave them fumbling in the dark. It wasn’t until there was barely any day light left in the day that Maleos allowed his men to stop. They set up a quick camp that consisted of nothing more than a few tents, allowing the men to rest as he himself took guard over night. He was too fired up at the idea of getting to involve himself in some combat to sleep anyways, even if the combat would be against the simple and brutish barbarians.
He stood watch on the North side of their little camp, having paused for a few moments in his slow patrol around the area, he took in the scent of the air. It always smelt so different outside of the cities, he had no idea why, but he supposed that it was the scent of nature versus the scent of people and all the things that came along with civilization. The night air was cool on his exposed skin, his clothing consisting of a simple leather cardiophylax, which covered the left side of his chest, coupled with his usual chitoniskos. His sword was sheathed at his side, ready to be drawn at a moments notice if something seemed unusual. He looked down at the sword for a moment, fond memories of purchasing it and the girl he had met, Leto he believed her name was. The sword had lasted him since he was a boy, and he had it with him from the moment he had joined up with the military until now. The craftsmanship was very good, and if he ever came across Leto again, he would make sure to mention such.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked up from his sword, taking a moment to listen. It seemed everything was calm, at least for the moment. He turned to his right and began to head back onto the path he had been walking, circling the camp to make sure that there was nothing going on from any angle. He paused again for a moment, hearing a noise, he let his eyes scan the area. It seemed there was someone stirring in their camp. A soldier waking up, he paid it no mind, and instead he continued on his patrol, his steps slow but deliberate as he listened for anything going on. All seemed quiet for the moment, and he had to admit he was a little disappointed.
Though he supposed he was bringing the fight to the barbarians, so one way or another, if the reports were accurate, they would be bathing in blood sometime within the next day.
The day was an average one, Maleos had been tasked with taking a small group of men out to deal with some barbarians who had been spotted to the North. They had left the day before, and they had ridden well into the day, not stopping until the sun threatened to disappear completely and leave them fumbling in the dark. It wasn’t until there was barely any day light left in the day that Maleos allowed his men to stop. They set up a quick camp that consisted of nothing more than a few tents, allowing the men to rest as he himself took guard over night. He was too fired up at the idea of getting to involve himself in some combat to sleep anyways, even if the combat would be against the simple and brutish barbarians.
He stood watch on the North side of their little camp, having paused for a few moments in his slow patrol around the area, he took in the scent of the air. It always smelt so different outside of the cities, he had no idea why, but he supposed that it was the scent of nature versus the scent of people and all the things that came along with civilization. The night air was cool on his exposed skin, his clothing consisting of a simple leather cardiophylax, which covered the left side of his chest, coupled with his usual chitoniskos. His sword was sheathed at his side, ready to be drawn at a moments notice if something seemed unusual. He looked down at the sword for a moment, fond memories of purchasing it and the girl he had met, Leto he believed her name was. The sword had lasted him since he was a boy, and he had it with him from the moment he had joined up with the military until now. The craftsmanship was very good, and if he ever came across Leto again, he would make sure to mention such.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked up from his sword, taking a moment to listen. It seemed everything was calm, at least for the moment. He turned to his right and began to head back onto the path he had been walking, circling the camp to make sure that there was nothing going on from any angle. He paused again for a moment, hearing a noise, he let his eyes scan the area. It seemed there was someone stirring in their camp. A soldier waking up, he paid it no mind, and instead he continued on his patrol, his steps slow but deliberate as he listened for anything going on. All seemed quiet for the moment, and he had to admit he was a little disappointed.
Though he supposed he was bringing the fight to the barbarians, so one way or another, if the reports were accurate, they would be bathing in blood sometime within the next day.
It had been a long day for Daxos. The march wasn't too long per-say, but he was very happy before he got this mission, spending time with that lovely new woman named Calanthe that his brother-in-law had introduced him too, and to be honest, he wasn't too interested in the mission. Regardless, he was a man of Colchis through and through, and would do anything asked of him. He kept his eye on Maleos, his superior, a man of common blood but working his way up the ladder. An inspiration to all commoners.
Daxos was dead asleep when he felt a hard pressure in his bladder. Groaning quietly he rolled out of bed to relieve himself. He did his business behind a tree and turned to head back to his bedroll when he noticed his superior standing and keeping watch. He yawned quietly and walked over to him and nodded, "Sir."
It was a calm night. A light breeze drifted in through the camp. Daxos breathed deep and sighed slightly. He was kind of bored, and now that he was up, he wasn't sure he could fall back asleep, "If you want I can take over from here." Daxos began to stretch.
That's when he heard the crack of a twig. He didn't immediately look towards the sound, preferring to keep stretching and looking in that direction. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it was heavy. "Maleos... I believe we have company," he whispered quietly, "Though I cannot be sure."
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It had been a long day for Daxos. The march wasn't too long per-say, but he was very happy before he got this mission, spending time with that lovely new woman named Calanthe that his brother-in-law had introduced him too, and to be honest, he wasn't too interested in the mission. Regardless, he was a man of Colchis through and through, and would do anything asked of him. He kept his eye on Maleos, his superior, a man of common blood but working his way up the ladder. An inspiration to all commoners.
Daxos was dead asleep when he felt a hard pressure in his bladder. Groaning quietly he rolled out of bed to relieve himself. He did his business behind a tree and turned to head back to his bedroll when he noticed his superior standing and keeping watch. He yawned quietly and walked over to him and nodded, "Sir."
It was a calm night. A light breeze drifted in through the camp. Daxos breathed deep and sighed slightly. He was kind of bored, and now that he was up, he wasn't sure he could fall back asleep, "If you want I can take over from here." Daxos began to stretch.
That's when he heard the crack of a twig. He didn't immediately look towards the sound, preferring to keep stretching and looking in that direction. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it was heavy. "Maleos... I believe we have company," he whispered quietly, "Though I cannot be sure."
It had been a long day for Daxos. The march wasn't too long per-say, but he was very happy before he got this mission, spending time with that lovely new woman named Calanthe that his brother-in-law had introduced him too, and to be honest, he wasn't too interested in the mission. Regardless, he was a man of Colchis through and through, and would do anything asked of him. He kept his eye on Maleos, his superior, a man of common blood but working his way up the ladder. An inspiration to all commoners.
Daxos was dead asleep when he felt a hard pressure in his bladder. Groaning quietly he rolled out of bed to relieve himself. He did his business behind a tree and turned to head back to his bedroll when he noticed his superior standing and keeping watch. He yawned quietly and walked over to him and nodded, "Sir."
It was a calm night. A light breeze drifted in through the camp. Daxos breathed deep and sighed slightly. He was kind of bored, and now that he was up, he wasn't sure he could fall back asleep, "If you want I can take over from here." Daxos began to stretch.
That's when he heard the crack of a twig. He didn't immediately look towards the sound, preferring to keep stretching and looking in that direction. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it was heavy. "Maleos... I believe we have company," he whispered quietly, "Though I cannot be sure."
Maleos hadn’t expected any of the soldiers to approach him, he had told them all that if he needed to rest he would wake someone up and make them take watch while he rested. He supposed that Daxos had been the one in their camp who had been stirring, perhaps unable to sleep himself, or something had woken him. Either way Maleos turned to acknowledge him.
“I have it handled. Return to your bed, you will need to be rested. Come first light we march.” He stated, and it was more of a command than a friendly comment. He planned on marching his men hard the next day, and the hope was they would also run into their targets, meaning the day would be spent moving forward and fighting, with little to no chance to rest until the dark of night, assuming any enemies they encountered were defeated by then.
Maleos also heard the twig crack, head quickly turning to look in the direction of the noise. He held one hand up to silence Daxos, listening for a moment. If he listened close enough, he could hear what sounded like slow and careful footsteps. He didn’t think it would be a large force, it would be too hard to sneak a large number of men through the trees to ambush the camp. If anything, it would be a small scouting party who thought they would be able to get the jump on the military force who they had found camped. He estimated no more than ten men, if the barbarians were smart enough to send scouts out in small and easier to maneuver groups.
His hand moved to his sword, grabbing the cool metal handle, he pulled it from its sheath at his side. His gaze turned to Daxos once more, and with a tilt of his head he motioned for Daxos to follow him. He headed towards the area where the noises had been coming from, if it was a small force, there was no reason the two of them couldn’t take them down alone. If anyone else woke from the noise of the fighting, they would be welcome to join, but there was no reason to wake them all unless the force proved to be larger than Maleos thought.
As he suspected, when he got too close to their hiding spot, a few barbarians charged. He didn’t get a count of them, as he was focused on the counter attack as they mindlessly charged at him, nothing on their mind but blood.
He easily dodged the first one that came at him, locking weapons with the second, a big ugly brute of a man, a small memory came to him as he easily fought the beast, remembering how he had taught the young girl who had sold him the sword years ago all about countering enemies stronger and bigger than you. He easily blocked and countered the man, feigning an obvious lunge, letting the man attempt to block before diverting his swing upwards and slicing at the man’s face. He screamed in pain for a second before coming at Maleos, blinded in one eye and even more filled with rage as he attacked with the same mindless brutality.
It was like a game for Maleos, one that he found all too easy to win. The savage way the barbarians fought was no match for any man who had half a mind and a bit of combat training. He quickly put an end to the two men who had target him, before his attentions turned to the remaining attackers, and to Daxos himself, to see if the man yet lived or if he had been bested by barbarians.
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Maleos hadn’t expected any of the soldiers to approach him, he had told them all that if he needed to rest he would wake someone up and make them take watch while he rested. He supposed that Daxos had been the one in their camp who had been stirring, perhaps unable to sleep himself, or something had woken him. Either way Maleos turned to acknowledge him.
“I have it handled. Return to your bed, you will need to be rested. Come first light we march.” He stated, and it was more of a command than a friendly comment. He planned on marching his men hard the next day, and the hope was they would also run into their targets, meaning the day would be spent moving forward and fighting, with little to no chance to rest until the dark of night, assuming any enemies they encountered were defeated by then.
Maleos also heard the twig crack, head quickly turning to look in the direction of the noise. He held one hand up to silence Daxos, listening for a moment. If he listened close enough, he could hear what sounded like slow and careful footsteps. He didn’t think it would be a large force, it would be too hard to sneak a large number of men through the trees to ambush the camp. If anything, it would be a small scouting party who thought they would be able to get the jump on the military force who they had found camped. He estimated no more than ten men, if the barbarians were smart enough to send scouts out in small and easier to maneuver groups.
His hand moved to his sword, grabbing the cool metal handle, he pulled it from its sheath at his side. His gaze turned to Daxos once more, and with a tilt of his head he motioned for Daxos to follow him. He headed towards the area where the noises had been coming from, if it was a small force, there was no reason the two of them couldn’t take them down alone. If anyone else woke from the noise of the fighting, they would be welcome to join, but there was no reason to wake them all unless the force proved to be larger than Maleos thought.
As he suspected, when he got too close to their hiding spot, a few barbarians charged. He didn’t get a count of them, as he was focused on the counter attack as they mindlessly charged at him, nothing on their mind but blood.
He easily dodged the first one that came at him, locking weapons with the second, a big ugly brute of a man, a small memory came to him as he easily fought the beast, remembering how he had taught the young girl who had sold him the sword years ago all about countering enemies stronger and bigger than you. He easily blocked and countered the man, feigning an obvious lunge, letting the man attempt to block before diverting his swing upwards and slicing at the man’s face. He screamed in pain for a second before coming at Maleos, blinded in one eye and even more filled with rage as he attacked with the same mindless brutality.
It was like a game for Maleos, one that he found all too easy to win. The savage way the barbarians fought was no match for any man who had half a mind and a bit of combat training. He quickly put an end to the two men who had target him, before his attentions turned to the remaining attackers, and to Daxos himself, to see if the man yet lived or if he had been bested by barbarians.
Maleos hadn’t expected any of the soldiers to approach him, he had told them all that if he needed to rest he would wake someone up and make them take watch while he rested. He supposed that Daxos had been the one in their camp who had been stirring, perhaps unable to sleep himself, or something had woken him. Either way Maleos turned to acknowledge him.
“I have it handled. Return to your bed, you will need to be rested. Come first light we march.” He stated, and it was more of a command than a friendly comment. He planned on marching his men hard the next day, and the hope was they would also run into their targets, meaning the day would be spent moving forward and fighting, with little to no chance to rest until the dark of night, assuming any enemies they encountered were defeated by then.
Maleos also heard the twig crack, head quickly turning to look in the direction of the noise. He held one hand up to silence Daxos, listening for a moment. If he listened close enough, he could hear what sounded like slow and careful footsteps. He didn’t think it would be a large force, it would be too hard to sneak a large number of men through the trees to ambush the camp. If anything, it would be a small scouting party who thought they would be able to get the jump on the military force who they had found camped. He estimated no more than ten men, if the barbarians were smart enough to send scouts out in small and easier to maneuver groups.
His hand moved to his sword, grabbing the cool metal handle, he pulled it from its sheath at his side. His gaze turned to Daxos once more, and with a tilt of his head he motioned for Daxos to follow him. He headed towards the area where the noises had been coming from, if it was a small force, there was no reason the two of them couldn’t take them down alone. If anyone else woke from the noise of the fighting, they would be welcome to join, but there was no reason to wake them all unless the force proved to be larger than Maleos thought.
As he suspected, when he got too close to their hiding spot, a few barbarians charged. He didn’t get a count of them, as he was focused on the counter attack as they mindlessly charged at him, nothing on their mind but blood.
He easily dodged the first one that came at him, locking weapons with the second, a big ugly brute of a man, a small memory came to him as he easily fought the beast, remembering how he had taught the young girl who had sold him the sword years ago all about countering enemies stronger and bigger than you. He easily blocked and countered the man, feigning an obvious lunge, letting the man attempt to block before diverting his swing upwards and slicing at the man’s face. He screamed in pain for a second before coming at Maleos, blinded in one eye and even more filled with rage as he attacked with the same mindless brutality.
It was like a game for Maleos, one that he found all too easy to win. The savage way the barbarians fought was no match for any man who had half a mind and a bit of combat training. He quickly put an end to the two men who had target him, before his attentions turned to the remaining attackers, and to Daxos himself, to see if the man yet lived or if he had been bested by barbarians.
Daxos was a bit miffed at Maleos, but he couldn't really get upset. His superior was just that, his superior. He couldn't afford to be nice or kind on a mission such as this. Being in charge was surely stressful, and he had to have absolute authority and control over his men. Daxos shrugged.
When Maleos's hand went to his sword, Daxos did the same, unfortunately, finding that his sword was still left at his bedroll. He inwardly cursed at himself and noticed that Maleos motioned him to follow, he nodded, and staying close behind him as his eyes scanned before him. The first man bolted out and Maleos dodged him, the barbarian came straight into Daxos.
The man's short sword sliced the air in front of Daxos, he sidestepped slightly, just enough for the sword to pass right by his face. Daxos grabbed the man's wrist and threw out his palm into the man's elbow, a loud audible snap folowed with the man yelling out in pain. He wrenched the sword from the man's graps and drove it deep into his throat, the smell of blood and the sound of gurgling excited Daxos.
As soon as the man dropped dead another two charged Daxos, he dodged the first, ducking under a strike and he grappled the second by the waist. The second one was caught off guard by this tactic and couldn't spin his sword around in time for Daxos to yank him off his feet and slam him neck first on the ground. Once again another loud snap. It sent shivers of excitement down the soldier's spine, This is fun.
The second man turned around in time to see his comrade slammed onto the ground, he yelled loudly and swung wildly at Daxos. Despite Daxos's size, he was quite agile, and dodged three or four strikes before his fist lashed out and struck the barbarian in the throat. The shock was evident on the man's face, as he fell to the ground dropping his sword. Daxos sent a knee into his face, knocking the man unconscious.
Daxos turned to see Maleos finishing up with his second attacker when he saw another barbarian come out and make his way towards Maleos. Bolting quickly, Daxos plowed into the barbarian, causing him to drop his weapon, as Daxos slammed him into a tree. Daxos let go of the man and as he slid down the tree, Daxos grabbed the man by the jaw, and ripped it out of place, causing him to groan and shriek as he tried to close his mouth. Daxos then grabbed his face, and shoved his thumbs into the man's eyes, causing an even more horrendous sound to spew out of the man's mouth as blood ruptured from his sockets. Finally, Daxos placed his hand's on the man's throat, constricting it until the man was purple, and dropped the barbarian's lifeless corpse to the ground.
Daxos stood up and turned back to Maleos, blood covering his hands and face, "These barbarians didn't know how strong the Men of the Heights are, and fell accordingly. Good fight. Ares was watching over us today." Daxos then laid the corpse on his back, grabbing his sword and placing it in his hand. He said a small prayer and stood up. He did it with the other three that were dead, and stood over the unconscious barbarian, "What do you wish to do with him? Kill him? Or interrogate him?"
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Daxos was a bit miffed at Maleos, but he couldn't really get upset. His superior was just that, his superior. He couldn't afford to be nice or kind on a mission such as this. Being in charge was surely stressful, and he had to have absolute authority and control over his men. Daxos shrugged.
When Maleos's hand went to his sword, Daxos did the same, unfortunately, finding that his sword was still left at his bedroll. He inwardly cursed at himself and noticed that Maleos motioned him to follow, he nodded, and staying close behind him as his eyes scanned before him. The first man bolted out and Maleos dodged him, the barbarian came straight into Daxos.
The man's short sword sliced the air in front of Daxos, he sidestepped slightly, just enough for the sword to pass right by his face. Daxos grabbed the man's wrist and threw out his palm into the man's elbow, a loud audible snap folowed with the man yelling out in pain. He wrenched the sword from the man's graps and drove it deep into his throat, the smell of blood and the sound of gurgling excited Daxos.
As soon as the man dropped dead another two charged Daxos, he dodged the first, ducking under a strike and he grappled the second by the waist. The second one was caught off guard by this tactic and couldn't spin his sword around in time for Daxos to yank him off his feet and slam him neck first on the ground. Once again another loud snap. It sent shivers of excitement down the soldier's spine, This is fun.
The second man turned around in time to see his comrade slammed onto the ground, he yelled loudly and swung wildly at Daxos. Despite Daxos's size, he was quite agile, and dodged three or four strikes before his fist lashed out and struck the barbarian in the throat. The shock was evident on the man's face, as he fell to the ground dropping his sword. Daxos sent a knee into his face, knocking the man unconscious.
Daxos turned to see Maleos finishing up with his second attacker when he saw another barbarian come out and make his way towards Maleos. Bolting quickly, Daxos plowed into the barbarian, causing him to drop his weapon, as Daxos slammed him into a tree. Daxos let go of the man and as he slid down the tree, Daxos grabbed the man by the jaw, and ripped it out of place, causing him to groan and shriek as he tried to close his mouth. Daxos then grabbed his face, and shoved his thumbs into the man's eyes, causing an even more horrendous sound to spew out of the man's mouth as blood ruptured from his sockets. Finally, Daxos placed his hand's on the man's throat, constricting it until the man was purple, and dropped the barbarian's lifeless corpse to the ground.
Daxos stood up and turned back to Maleos, blood covering his hands and face, "These barbarians didn't know how strong the Men of the Heights are, and fell accordingly. Good fight. Ares was watching over us today." Daxos then laid the corpse on his back, grabbing his sword and placing it in his hand. He said a small prayer and stood up. He did it with the other three that were dead, and stood over the unconscious barbarian, "What do you wish to do with him? Kill him? Or interrogate him?"
Daxos was a bit miffed at Maleos, but he couldn't really get upset. His superior was just that, his superior. He couldn't afford to be nice or kind on a mission such as this. Being in charge was surely stressful, and he had to have absolute authority and control over his men. Daxos shrugged.
When Maleos's hand went to his sword, Daxos did the same, unfortunately, finding that his sword was still left at his bedroll. He inwardly cursed at himself and noticed that Maleos motioned him to follow, he nodded, and staying close behind him as his eyes scanned before him. The first man bolted out and Maleos dodged him, the barbarian came straight into Daxos.
The man's short sword sliced the air in front of Daxos, he sidestepped slightly, just enough for the sword to pass right by his face. Daxos grabbed the man's wrist and threw out his palm into the man's elbow, a loud audible snap folowed with the man yelling out in pain. He wrenched the sword from the man's graps and drove it deep into his throat, the smell of blood and the sound of gurgling excited Daxos.
As soon as the man dropped dead another two charged Daxos, he dodged the first, ducking under a strike and he grappled the second by the waist. The second one was caught off guard by this tactic and couldn't spin his sword around in time for Daxos to yank him off his feet and slam him neck first on the ground. Once again another loud snap. It sent shivers of excitement down the soldier's spine, This is fun.
The second man turned around in time to see his comrade slammed onto the ground, he yelled loudly and swung wildly at Daxos. Despite Daxos's size, he was quite agile, and dodged three or four strikes before his fist lashed out and struck the barbarian in the throat. The shock was evident on the man's face, as he fell to the ground dropping his sword. Daxos sent a knee into his face, knocking the man unconscious.
Daxos turned to see Maleos finishing up with his second attacker when he saw another barbarian come out and make his way towards Maleos. Bolting quickly, Daxos plowed into the barbarian, causing him to drop his weapon, as Daxos slammed him into a tree. Daxos let go of the man and as he slid down the tree, Daxos grabbed the man by the jaw, and ripped it out of place, causing him to groan and shriek as he tried to close his mouth. Daxos then grabbed his face, and shoved his thumbs into the man's eyes, causing an even more horrendous sound to spew out of the man's mouth as blood ruptured from his sockets. Finally, Daxos placed his hand's on the man's throat, constricting it until the man was purple, and dropped the barbarian's lifeless corpse to the ground.
Daxos stood up and turned back to Maleos, blood covering his hands and face, "These barbarians didn't know how strong the Men of the Heights are, and fell accordingly. Good fight. Ares was watching over us today." Daxos then laid the corpse on his back, grabbing his sword and placing it in his hand. He said a small prayer and stood up. He did it with the other three that were dead, and stood over the unconscious barbarian, "What do you wish to do with him? Kill him? Or interrogate him?"
Maleos finished with his barbarian just in time to watch Daxos stop the man who had been coming at the Lieutenant. Daxos was a large man, that much couldn’t be denied, so when he slammed into the barbarian it was no wonder, he dropped his weapon. He watched as Daxos brutally slaughtered the barbarian with his hands, impressed with his sheer strength as he basically crushed his head in his hands before choking him. Personally, Maleos would have ended it quicker, though he enjoyed the blood shed of combat, he preferred armed opponents. He did not blame Daxos for his methods though and remained impressed with his abilities. He had taken out two barbarians and incapacitated a third. He watched as Daxos prayed over the corpses, and he raised his eyebrow a little, he had never seen a man do such a thing with enemy troops, especially not knowing if more of them lay in wait to ambush. He wasn’t sure if he was impressed at the devotion to Ares, or if he was surprised at the arrogant carelessness of letting his guard down so quickly. He thought perhaps it was a little of both. Though he supposed the arrogance was a little well earned, the carelessness was not a good trait. It was something that could be trained out of him though, if Daxos was willing to do such a thing.
“Kill him. Savages hold no information that is of interest to me.” He said, stepping over to where the unconscious man lay on the ground. He debated executing him on his own, but then had a better idea. He held his sword out to Daxos, the blade slick with the blood of the enemy he had fell earlier. He wondered if he would take it, curious to see how he would react in such a situation. He seemed polite enough when it came to respect for his superior officers, but there was something that made him stand out from the common soldier, something that sort of reminded Maleos of himself at that rank, only less refined. He remembered well the day Timaeus took Maleos under his wing, and without the guidance of his friend, he never would have had a hope to even make it to Lieutenant, let alone the prospect of potentially going further.
At his current rank, there was nothing he could do to help Daxos if he wished to move up in the world himself, but if he ever made Captain, there would be more he could do for him. At the very least he could groom the other for the potential of becoming a man of superior rank. Just as Timaeus had done with him. He had potential, he just needed the right guidance to get him where he needed to be if he aspired to be anything more than a common soldier. If he lived long enough to see that day, many soldiers didn’t if there was any active combat. Maleos felt like Daxos would not be one to fall so easily. He had the strength and the base skill, with a little work, he could be one of the best soldiers Colchis had ever seen.
"Grab your sword." He said once the deed was done and the last man was dead. "And wake one of your brothers, tell him he will be on watch. You and I are going to clear the area, make sure no more of them are lurking in wait." He said, taking his own sword back, he kept it in his hand as he waited there for Daxos to do as he was ordered.
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Maleos finished with his barbarian just in time to watch Daxos stop the man who had been coming at the Lieutenant. Daxos was a large man, that much couldn’t be denied, so when he slammed into the barbarian it was no wonder, he dropped his weapon. He watched as Daxos brutally slaughtered the barbarian with his hands, impressed with his sheer strength as he basically crushed his head in his hands before choking him. Personally, Maleos would have ended it quicker, though he enjoyed the blood shed of combat, he preferred armed opponents. He did not blame Daxos for his methods though and remained impressed with his abilities. He had taken out two barbarians and incapacitated a third. He watched as Daxos prayed over the corpses, and he raised his eyebrow a little, he had never seen a man do such a thing with enemy troops, especially not knowing if more of them lay in wait to ambush. He wasn’t sure if he was impressed at the devotion to Ares, or if he was surprised at the arrogant carelessness of letting his guard down so quickly. He thought perhaps it was a little of both. Though he supposed the arrogance was a little well earned, the carelessness was not a good trait. It was something that could be trained out of him though, if Daxos was willing to do such a thing.
“Kill him. Savages hold no information that is of interest to me.” He said, stepping over to where the unconscious man lay on the ground. He debated executing him on his own, but then had a better idea. He held his sword out to Daxos, the blade slick with the blood of the enemy he had fell earlier. He wondered if he would take it, curious to see how he would react in such a situation. He seemed polite enough when it came to respect for his superior officers, but there was something that made him stand out from the common soldier, something that sort of reminded Maleos of himself at that rank, only less refined. He remembered well the day Timaeus took Maleos under his wing, and without the guidance of his friend, he never would have had a hope to even make it to Lieutenant, let alone the prospect of potentially going further.
At his current rank, there was nothing he could do to help Daxos if he wished to move up in the world himself, but if he ever made Captain, there would be more he could do for him. At the very least he could groom the other for the potential of becoming a man of superior rank. Just as Timaeus had done with him. He had potential, he just needed the right guidance to get him where he needed to be if he aspired to be anything more than a common soldier. If he lived long enough to see that day, many soldiers didn’t if there was any active combat. Maleos felt like Daxos would not be one to fall so easily. He had the strength and the base skill, with a little work, he could be one of the best soldiers Colchis had ever seen.
"Grab your sword." He said once the deed was done and the last man was dead. "And wake one of your brothers, tell him he will be on watch. You and I are going to clear the area, make sure no more of them are lurking in wait." He said, taking his own sword back, he kept it in his hand as he waited there for Daxos to do as he was ordered.
Maleos finished with his barbarian just in time to watch Daxos stop the man who had been coming at the Lieutenant. Daxos was a large man, that much couldn’t be denied, so when he slammed into the barbarian it was no wonder, he dropped his weapon. He watched as Daxos brutally slaughtered the barbarian with his hands, impressed with his sheer strength as he basically crushed his head in his hands before choking him. Personally, Maleos would have ended it quicker, though he enjoyed the blood shed of combat, he preferred armed opponents. He did not blame Daxos for his methods though and remained impressed with his abilities. He had taken out two barbarians and incapacitated a third. He watched as Daxos prayed over the corpses, and he raised his eyebrow a little, he had never seen a man do such a thing with enemy troops, especially not knowing if more of them lay in wait to ambush. He wasn’t sure if he was impressed at the devotion to Ares, or if he was surprised at the arrogant carelessness of letting his guard down so quickly. He thought perhaps it was a little of both. Though he supposed the arrogance was a little well earned, the carelessness was not a good trait. It was something that could be trained out of him though, if Daxos was willing to do such a thing.
“Kill him. Savages hold no information that is of interest to me.” He said, stepping over to where the unconscious man lay on the ground. He debated executing him on his own, but then had a better idea. He held his sword out to Daxos, the blade slick with the blood of the enemy he had fell earlier. He wondered if he would take it, curious to see how he would react in such a situation. He seemed polite enough when it came to respect for his superior officers, but there was something that made him stand out from the common soldier, something that sort of reminded Maleos of himself at that rank, only less refined. He remembered well the day Timaeus took Maleos under his wing, and without the guidance of his friend, he never would have had a hope to even make it to Lieutenant, let alone the prospect of potentially going further.
At his current rank, there was nothing he could do to help Daxos if he wished to move up in the world himself, but if he ever made Captain, there would be more he could do for him. At the very least he could groom the other for the potential of becoming a man of superior rank. Just as Timaeus had done with him. He had potential, he just needed the right guidance to get him where he needed to be if he aspired to be anything more than a common soldier. If he lived long enough to see that day, many soldiers didn’t if there was any active combat. Maleos felt like Daxos would not be one to fall so easily. He had the strength and the base skill, with a little work, he could be one of the best soldiers Colchis had ever seen.
"Grab your sword." He said once the deed was done and the last man was dead. "And wake one of your brothers, tell him he will be on watch. You and I are going to clear the area, make sure no more of them are lurking in wait." He said, taking his own sword back, he kept it in his hand as he waited there for Daxos to do as he was ordered.
Daxos didn't understand fully on his reasoning, everyone had information, from the smallest grunt to the highest king, this he knew. He wouldn't question his Lieutenant however. He cast his eyes down towards the unconscious man, his lips pulling into a slight frown. He knelt down in front of the man, found a knife on his belt, and unsheathed it. Bringing it to his lips he began to tell a light prayer, "Ares, forgive me for my lack of honor, I do what I must, and I bid this soul in your honor. Death to the enemies of Colchis, and bring me strength." He then slit the man's wrists and placed the knife back in his hands, crossing them across his body.
Daxos rose quickly to his feet and looked at Maleos, noticing him quietly glancing over him. Assessing him. He could tell that he had brought the interest of the lieutenant, but he wasn't sure what kind of interest. Did he think him some kind of brash, foolish man? A man of great strength? Or perhaps a combination of the two, Daxos wasn't too sure. Regardless, he knew that he had made a small impact on the man, and he hoped it was good.
He nodded when Maleos gave the order, and he walked back towards the camp, a few of the men had already awoken, obviously awoken by the commotion. A friend of his, named Maxis, came up to him first noticing the blood all over him, "What on Mother Gaia happened?"
"We were almost ambushed by a few barbarians," he reached his bedroll, walking and talking with Maxis, grabbing his sword, "The lieutenant and I noticed them, and we fought them. Six all together. We're going to go make sure there's no one else. Maleos said I need to pick someone to stand watch, will you do it for me my friend?" Maxis nodded, his eyes wide with awe. Daxos clasped his wrist, "Thank you. We'll be back."
He turned back to where Maleos was waiting and strolled to him, strapping his sword to his waist, "Well lieutenant, let us see if we can find more of the bastards, I wish to drain their life for being enemies of Colchis." His eyes burned with hatred, for those who stood against Colchis were a danger, and all who stood in it's way would be slain on the end of his spear, his sword, or his hands. It was his way, for Colchis was the greatest nation in the known world. None greater, none more powerful, none could even come close.
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Daxos didn't understand fully on his reasoning, everyone had information, from the smallest grunt to the highest king, this he knew. He wouldn't question his Lieutenant however. He cast his eyes down towards the unconscious man, his lips pulling into a slight frown. He knelt down in front of the man, found a knife on his belt, and unsheathed it. Bringing it to his lips he began to tell a light prayer, "Ares, forgive me for my lack of honor, I do what I must, and I bid this soul in your honor. Death to the enemies of Colchis, and bring me strength." He then slit the man's wrists and placed the knife back in his hands, crossing them across his body.
Daxos rose quickly to his feet and looked at Maleos, noticing him quietly glancing over him. Assessing him. He could tell that he had brought the interest of the lieutenant, but he wasn't sure what kind of interest. Did he think him some kind of brash, foolish man? A man of great strength? Or perhaps a combination of the two, Daxos wasn't too sure. Regardless, he knew that he had made a small impact on the man, and he hoped it was good.
He nodded when Maleos gave the order, and he walked back towards the camp, a few of the men had already awoken, obviously awoken by the commotion. A friend of his, named Maxis, came up to him first noticing the blood all over him, "What on Mother Gaia happened?"
"We were almost ambushed by a few barbarians," he reached his bedroll, walking and talking with Maxis, grabbing his sword, "The lieutenant and I noticed them, and we fought them. Six all together. We're going to go make sure there's no one else. Maleos said I need to pick someone to stand watch, will you do it for me my friend?" Maxis nodded, his eyes wide with awe. Daxos clasped his wrist, "Thank you. We'll be back."
He turned back to where Maleos was waiting and strolled to him, strapping his sword to his waist, "Well lieutenant, let us see if we can find more of the bastards, I wish to drain their life for being enemies of Colchis." His eyes burned with hatred, for those who stood against Colchis were a danger, and all who stood in it's way would be slain on the end of his spear, his sword, or his hands. It was his way, for Colchis was the greatest nation in the known world. None greater, none more powerful, none could even come close.
Daxos didn't understand fully on his reasoning, everyone had information, from the smallest grunt to the highest king, this he knew. He wouldn't question his Lieutenant however. He cast his eyes down towards the unconscious man, his lips pulling into a slight frown. He knelt down in front of the man, found a knife on his belt, and unsheathed it. Bringing it to his lips he began to tell a light prayer, "Ares, forgive me for my lack of honor, I do what I must, and I bid this soul in your honor. Death to the enemies of Colchis, and bring me strength." He then slit the man's wrists and placed the knife back in his hands, crossing them across his body.
Daxos rose quickly to his feet and looked at Maleos, noticing him quietly glancing over him. Assessing him. He could tell that he had brought the interest of the lieutenant, but he wasn't sure what kind of interest. Did he think him some kind of brash, foolish man? A man of great strength? Or perhaps a combination of the two, Daxos wasn't too sure. Regardless, he knew that he had made a small impact on the man, and he hoped it was good.
He nodded when Maleos gave the order, and he walked back towards the camp, a few of the men had already awoken, obviously awoken by the commotion. A friend of his, named Maxis, came up to him first noticing the blood all over him, "What on Mother Gaia happened?"
"We were almost ambushed by a few barbarians," he reached his bedroll, walking and talking with Maxis, grabbing his sword, "The lieutenant and I noticed them, and we fought them. Six all together. We're going to go make sure there's no one else. Maleos said I need to pick someone to stand watch, will you do it for me my friend?" Maxis nodded, his eyes wide with awe. Daxos clasped his wrist, "Thank you. We'll be back."
He turned back to where Maleos was waiting and strolled to him, strapping his sword to his waist, "Well lieutenant, let us see if we can find more of the bastards, I wish to drain their life for being enemies of Colchis." His eyes burned with hatred, for those who stood against Colchis were a danger, and all who stood in it's way would be slain on the end of his spear, his sword, or his hands. It was his way, for Colchis was the greatest nation in the known world. None greater, none more powerful, none could even come close.
Maleos watched him, listening to his prayer. Daxos seemed to pray a lot, and again the Lieutenant had no idea if it was the ravings of a mad man or just someone overly devoted to his god. Either way, Daxos seemed mentally stable enough to trust for the moment at least. Though Maleos himself would have chosen a quicker and guaranteed way to kill the man, he trusted he would bleed out long before he was able to wake from his unconscious state. If not, the men who stood watch would take care of him if had managed to get up.
He waited there amongst the corpses of those who had attacked, stood in silence as he scanned the area and waited for Daxos to return, his mind working out the most likely direction of travel based on where the barbarians had been coming from. They didn’t tend to be smart enough to cover their tracks, and Maleos was nothing if not good at what he did, unless their enemies had suddenly become masters at hiding their tracks, Maleos would find them. And he was sure that with Daxos armed, the two of them could take out any remaining men they came across. Daxos alone without a weapon had taken out the majority of the numbers they had just faced, which was impressive on its own. Maleos was a bit excited to see Daxos with a weapon. Perhaps he would be a match even for the Lieutenant himself.
He watched as Daxos came back over to him, and he gave a little nod in reply before he headed forward, towards where the barbarians had initially come from. He would track from there. He didn’t bother with a torch, using the light of the moon was enough for him. He had surprisingly good vision in the dark, so he didn’t tend to need much light in order to see fairly well. It gave him a bit of an advantage; a torch would be obvious in the dark and would give away their position too easily. He just hoped that Daxos could keep up with him and not get tripped up, though if the skills he had seen from the other male were any indication, he didn’t think there would be any issues.
He paused for a moment and held up his hand to motion for Daxos to do the same. Maleos crouched and took a couple careful footsteps forward, tilting his head a little as he listened. The sounds of chatter could be heard, and Maleos quietly stepped back over to Daxos.
“I can hear four separate voices, though there may be more. We can wait and see if they’ll lead us to their main camp, or we can attack now and seek out their camp tomorrow.” He said, already knowing which option he would go with, but he looked at Daxos.
“I wish to hear what you would do if it were your decision.” He said, curious to see what Daxos would choose, curious to see if he had a mind for tactics, or if his skills only lay in slaying.
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Maleos watched him, listening to his prayer. Daxos seemed to pray a lot, and again the Lieutenant had no idea if it was the ravings of a mad man or just someone overly devoted to his god. Either way, Daxos seemed mentally stable enough to trust for the moment at least. Though Maleos himself would have chosen a quicker and guaranteed way to kill the man, he trusted he would bleed out long before he was able to wake from his unconscious state. If not, the men who stood watch would take care of him if had managed to get up.
He waited there amongst the corpses of those who had attacked, stood in silence as he scanned the area and waited for Daxos to return, his mind working out the most likely direction of travel based on where the barbarians had been coming from. They didn’t tend to be smart enough to cover their tracks, and Maleos was nothing if not good at what he did, unless their enemies had suddenly become masters at hiding their tracks, Maleos would find them. And he was sure that with Daxos armed, the two of them could take out any remaining men they came across. Daxos alone without a weapon had taken out the majority of the numbers they had just faced, which was impressive on its own. Maleos was a bit excited to see Daxos with a weapon. Perhaps he would be a match even for the Lieutenant himself.
He watched as Daxos came back over to him, and he gave a little nod in reply before he headed forward, towards where the barbarians had initially come from. He would track from there. He didn’t bother with a torch, using the light of the moon was enough for him. He had surprisingly good vision in the dark, so he didn’t tend to need much light in order to see fairly well. It gave him a bit of an advantage; a torch would be obvious in the dark and would give away their position too easily. He just hoped that Daxos could keep up with him and not get tripped up, though if the skills he had seen from the other male were any indication, he didn’t think there would be any issues.
He paused for a moment and held up his hand to motion for Daxos to do the same. Maleos crouched and took a couple careful footsteps forward, tilting his head a little as he listened. The sounds of chatter could be heard, and Maleos quietly stepped back over to Daxos.
“I can hear four separate voices, though there may be more. We can wait and see if they’ll lead us to their main camp, or we can attack now and seek out their camp tomorrow.” He said, already knowing which option he would go with, but he looked at Daxos.
“I wish to hear what you would do if it were your decision.” He said, curious to see what Daxos would choose, curious to see if he had a mind for tactics, or if his skills only lay in slaying.
Maleos watched him, listening to his prayer. Daxos seemed to pray a lot, and again the Lieutenant had no idea if it was the ravings of a mad man or just someone overly devoted to his god. Either way, Daxos seemed mentally stable enough to trust for the moment at least. Though Maleos himself would have chosen a quicker and guaranteed way to kill the man, he trusted he would bleed out long before he was able to wake from his unconscious state. If not, the men who stood watch would take care of him if had managed to get up.
He waited there amongst the corpses of those who had attacked, stood in silence as he scanned the area and waited for Daxos to return, his mind working out the most likely direction of travel based on where the barbarians had been coming from. They didn’t tend to be smart enough to cover their tracks, and Maleos was nothing if not good at what he did, unless their enemies had suddenly become masters at hiding their tracks, Maleos would find them. And he was sure that with Daxos armed, the two of them could take out any remaining men they came across. Daxos alone without a weapon had taken out the majority of the numbers they had just faced, which was impressive on its own. Maleos was a bit excited to see Daxos with a weapon. Perhaps he would be a match even for the Lieutenant himself.
He watched as Daxos came back over to him, and he gave a little nod in reply before he headed forward, towards where the barbarians had initially come from. He would track from there. He didn’t bother with a torch, using the light of the moon was enough for him. He had surprisingly good vision in the dark, so he didn’t tend to need much light in order to see fairly well. It gave him a bit of an advantage; a torch would be obvious in the dark and would give away their position too easily. He just hoped that Daxos could keep up with him and not get tripped up, though if the skills he had seen from the other male were any indication, he didn’t think there would be any issues.
He paused for a moment and held up his hand to motion for Daxos to do the same. Maleos crouched and took a couple careful footsteps forward, tilting his head a little as he listened. The sounds of chatter could be heard, and Maleos quietly stepped back over to Daxos.
“I can hear four separate voices, though there may be more. We can wait and see if they’ll lead us to their main camp, or we can attack now and seek out their camp tomorrow.” He said, already knowing which option he would go with, but he looked at Daxos.
“I wish to hear what you would do if it were your decision.” He said, curious to see what Daxos would choose, curious to see if he had a mind for tactics, or if his skills only lay in slaying.
Daxos was in awe of the lieutenant's skills, he was indeed worthy of his posting. The grace at which he could track these heathens was a beauty to behold, he supposed he may be a great hunter, or was just trained quite well. He was also attractive,[ifFor a Greek.[/i] Daxos shook the thought from his mind, no need to get stirred up at a time like this. Especially over his superior, and a Greek at that!
He was able to keep up with Maleos for the most part, falling behind only for moments, before doing his best to catch back up. Daxos was quite a bit taller than Maleos and he knew he was significantly heavier. His large muscular frame was a boon in combat and on the battlefield, it was why he was the anchor point in the phalanx, but it was a detriment on stealth missions such as this. Because of this, Daxos took extra precautions to make sure he didn't make too much noise as they made their silent approach. Or what Daxos hoped was a silent approach.
When he caught back up to Maleos the last time, he saw that his hand was held up and Daxos froze in spot, breathing quietly as his eyes opened wide to survey the area around him. He could hear something, he assumed it was talking, as the tone of the sound shifted, but he couldn't quite be sure.
Maleos returned and told him the news. Daxos took it in, four men would be easy to take down. Then Maleos asked him his thoughts, and it threw Daxos off. He stared blankly at his Lieutenant, did he ask me for my opinion? This was unheard of to Daxos. Most of the others he had worked under expected nothing but blind obedience and no dissent. The captain also didn't care for what a lowly soldier had thought, so this was a little new to Daxos.
He closed his eyes to think of ways to approach the situation. It was a few minutes before Daxos had a response, "I think there are a few ways we can look at this sir. We could follow them back to their camp, but that's not necessarily the best option. We won't be sure of where their scouts could be located, and if we're spotted and surrounded, I don't believe we can take on more than... maybe ten or fifteen."
"If we were to attack now, I think there are a few ways to approach it. One, we could try to surprise them, jump out and kill them as quickly as possible, this might be good if they don't have their weapons on hand, but considering what their mission is, it's possible that they do. Another way is for me to cause a distraction, get them to look for me, and have you sneak around behind them. Once you spring the attack, I charge in, and we crush them between us."
Daxos nodded to himself, quite proud of the suggestions he came up with, before looking at Maleos and saying even quieter than before, "I also think we should capture one and have him spill information about their camp. If we can learn numbers and location, it'd be easy to assess the best plan of action to attack their camp."
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Daxos was in awe of the lieutenant's skills, he was indeed worthy of his posting. The grace at which he could track these heathens was a beauty to behold, he supposed he may be a great hunter, or was just trained quite well. He was also attractive,[ifFor a Greek.[/i] Daxos shook the thought from his mind, no need to get stirred up at a time like this. Especially over his superior, and a Greek at that!
He was able to keep up with Maleos for the most part, falling behind only for moments, before doing his best to catch back up. Daxos was quite a bit taller than Maleos and he knew he was significantly heavier. His large muscular frame was a boon in combat and on the battlefield, it was why he was the anchor point in the phalanx, but it was a detriment on stealth missions such as this. Because of this, Daxos took extra precautions to make sure he didn't make too much noise as they made their silent approach. Or what Daxos hoped was a silent approach.
When he caught back up to Maleos the last time, he saw that his hand was held up and Daxos froze in spot, breathing quietly as his eyes opened wide to survey the area around him. He could hear something, he assumed it was talking, as the tone of the sound shifted, but he couldn't quite be sure.
Maleos returned and told him the news. Daxos took it in, four men would be easy to take down. Then Maleos asked him his thoughts, and it threw Daxos off. He stared blankly at his Lieutenant, did he ask me for my opinion? This was unheard of to Daxos. Most of the others he had worked under expected nothing but blind obedience and no dissent. The captain also didn't care for what a lowly soldier had thought, so this was a little new to Daxos.
He closed his eyes to think of ways to approach the situation. It was a few minutes before Daxos had a response, "I think there are a few ways we can look at this sir. We could follow them back to their camp, but that's not necessarily the best option. We won't be sure of where their scouts could be located, and if we're spotted and surrounded, I don't believe we can take on more than... maybe ten or fifteen."
"If we were to attack now, I think there are a few ways to approach it. One, we could try to surprise them, jump out and kill them as quickly as possible, this might be good if they don't have their weapons on hand, but considering what their mission is, it's possible that they do. Another way is for me to cause a distraction, get them to look for me, and have you sneak around behind them. Once you spring the attack, I charge in, and we crush them between us."
Daxos nodded to himself, quite proud of the suggestions he came up with, before looking at Maleos and saying even quieter than before, "I also think we should capture one and have him spill information about their camp. If we can learn numbers and location, it'd be easy to assess the best plan of action to attack their camp."
Daxos was in awe of the lieutenant's skills, he was indeed worthy of his posting. The grace at which he could track these heathens was a beauty to behold, he supposed he may be a great hunter, or was just trained quite well. He was also attractive,[ifFor a Greek.[/i] Daxos shook the thought from his mind, no need to get stirred up at a time like this. Especially over his superior, and a Greek at that!
He was able to keep up with Maleos for the most part, falling behind only for moments, before doing his best to catch back up. Daxos was quite a bit taller than Maleos and he knew he was significantly heavier. His large muscular frame was a boon in combat and on the battlefield, it was why he was the anchor point in the phalanx, but it was a detriment on stealth missions such as this. Because of this, Daxos took extra precautions to make sure he didn't make too much noise as they made their silent approach. Or what Daxos hoped was a silent approach.
When he caught back up to Maleos the last time, he saw that his hand was held up and Daxos froze in spot, breathing quietly as his eyes opened wide to survey the area around him. He could hear something, he assumed it was talking, as the tone of the sound shifted, but he couldn't quite be sure.
Maleos returned and told him the news. Daxos took it in, four men would be easy to take down. Then Maleos asked him his thoughts, and it threw Daxos off. He stared blankly at his Lieutenant, did he ask me for my opinion? This was unheard of to Daxos. Most of the others he had worked under expected nothing but blind obedience and no dissent. The captain also didn't care for what a lowly soldier had thought, so this was a little new to Daxos.
He closed his eyes to think of ways to approach the situation. It was a few minutes before Daxos had a response, "I think there are a few ways we can look at this sir. We could follow them back to their camp, but that's not necessarily the best option. We won't be sure of where their scouts could be located, and if we're spotted and surrounded, I don't believe we can take on more than... maybe ten or fifteen."
"If we were to attack now, I think there are a few ways to approach it. One, we could try to surprise them, jump out and kill them as quickly as possible, this might be good if they don't have their weapons on hand, but considering what their mission is, it's possible that they do. Another way is for me to cause a distraction, get them to look for me, and have you sneak around behind them. Once you spring the attack, I charge in, and we crush them between us."
Daxos nodded to himself, quite proud of the suggestions he came up with, before looking at Maleos and saying even quieter than before, "I also think we should capture one and have him spill information about their camp. If we can learn numbers and location, it'd be easy to assess the best plan of action to attack their camp."
He crouched there, waiting for a reply as Daxos stared at him like he had just grown an extra head on his shoulders or something. He supposed that he wasn’t used to superiors asking his opinion on anything. Normally it was just commands given and followed without question, but if Daxos had any hopes of ever rising in the ranks, he would need to learn to have an opinion, and how to be the one to make such decisions. Maleos was simply curious to see if he had what it took to command.
Maleos listened to his suggestions, he didn’t seem entirely confident in what he was saying until the end, it seemed more like he was voicing his thoughts instead of throwing one solid suggestion out. At the end of it, he got to what he wanted to do though, and Maleos figured the rest was nerves. His commanding officer had just put him on the spot with no notice, that was bound to shake up anyone.
“It’s a good plan.” He stated, which was about as much encouragement as he would offer, Maleos wasn’t the type to get into some long drawn out moment of pride, especially over something as simple as a plan to ambush barbarians.
He moved without another word, continuing his stealthy path through the trees and around to a spot where he would be able to ambush them once Daxos had created his distraction. He was still within sight of the other male, and once he was confident in his position, he gestured quickly for Daxos to put in motion what ever he was planning to distract them with, and he carefully drew his sword, crouching in wait for them to turn their attentions on the other soldier so he could come up behind and trap them.
He had eyes on one of them, the one he planned on keeping alive to question. His first move would be to incapacitate him so he couldn’t escape, killing the others would take no time at all. Daxos himself could take them out while Maleos watched if he really wanted to, not that he would leave his fellow soldier out there on his own. Things could always take a turn for the worst, and he wasn’t dumb enough to believe that either of them was invincible, he knew that despite their skills, either one of them was at risk for injury or worse. Maleos was a man who was proud of his skills, but not so proud that it blinded him to the very real danger that someone could match his skill, or just get lucky and get the best of him.
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He crouched there, waiting for a reply as Daxos stared at him like he had just grown an extra head on his shoulders or something. He supposed that he wasn’t used to superiors asking his opinion on anything. Normally it was just commands given and followed without question, but if Daxos had any hopes of ever rising in the ranks, he would need to learn to have an opinion, and how to be the one to make such decisions. Maleos was simply curious to see if he had what it took to command.
Maleos listened to his suggestions, he didn’t seem entirely confident in what he was saying until the end, it seemed more like he was voicing his thoughts instead of throwing one solid suggestion out. At the end of it, he got to what he wanted to do though, and Maleos figured the rest was nerves. His commanding officer had just put him on the spot with no notice, that was bound to shake up anyone.
“It’s a good plan.” He stated, which was about as much encouragement as he would offer, Maleos wasn’t the type to get into some long drawn out moment of pride, especially over something as simple as a plan to ambush barbarians.
He moved without another word, continuing his stealthy path through the trees and around to a spot where he would be able to ambush them once Daxos had created his distraction. He was still within sight of the other male, and once he was confident in his position, he gestured quickly for Daxos to put in motion what ever he was planning to distract them with, and he carefully drew his sword, crouching in wait for them to turn their attentions on the other soldier so he could come up behind and trap them.
He had eyes on one of them, the one he planned on keeping alive to question. His first move would be to incapacitate him so he couldn’t escape, killing the others would take no time at all. Daxos himself could take them out while Maleos watched if he really wanted to, not that he would leave his fellow soldier out there on his own. Things could always take a turn for the worst, and he wasn’t dumb enough to believe that either of them was invincible, he knew that despite their skills, either one of them was at risk for injury or worse. Maleos was a man who was proud of his skills, but not so proud that it blinded him to the very real danger that someone could match his skill, or just get lucky and get the best of him.
He crouched there, waiting for a reply as Daxos stared at him like he had just grown an extra head on his shoulders or something. He supposed that he wasn’t used to superiors asking his opinion on anything. Normally it was just commands given and followed without question, but if Daxos had any hopes of ever rising in the ranks, he would need to learn to have an opinion, and how to be the one to make such decisions. Maleos was simply curious to see if he had what it took to command.
Maleos listened to his suggestions, he didn’t seem entirely confident in what he was saying until the end, it seemed more like he was voicing his thoughts instead of throwing one solid suggestion out. At the end of it, he got to what he wanted to do though, and Maleos figured the rest was nerves. His commanding officer had just put him on the spot with no notice, that was bound to shake up anyone.
“It’s a good plan.” He stated, which was about as much encouragement as he would offer, Maleos wasn’t the type to get into some long drawn out moment of pride, especially over something as simple as a plan to ambush barbarians.
He moved without another word, continuing his stealthy path through the trees and around to a spot where he would be able to ambush them once Daxos had created his distraction. He was still within sight of the other male, and once he was confident in his position, he gestured quickly for Daxos to put in motion what ever he was planning to distract them with, and he carefully drew his sword, crouching in wait for them to turn their attentions on the other soldier so he could come up behind and trap them.
He had eyes on one of them, the one he planned on keeping alive to question. His first move would be to incapacitate him so he couldn’t escape, killing the others would take no time at all. Daxos himself could take them out while Maleos watched if he really wanted to, not that he would leave his fellow soldier out there on his own. Things could always take a turn for the worst, and he wasn’t dumb enough to believe that either of them was invincible, he knew that despite their skills, either one of them was at risk for injury or worse. Maleos was a man who was proud of his skills, but not so proud that it blinded him to the very real danger that someone could match his skill, or just get lucky and get the best of him.
Despite the fact that it was only four words, Daxos felt a tinge of pride well up in his chest at his superior's approval. He hadn't been put on the spot much at all, especially not since him being passed over for a promotion, and it was a welcome change indeed. He did not dwell on the praise for soon Maleos was out of sight, like some weird magical nymph who blended into it's surroundings.
It took a few moments for Daxos to spot his lieutenant gesturing to him to continue. He took a deep breath and stepped into the small clearing in which the barbarians had camped. As soon as he broke the tree line, he noted that there were five of them, one laying down, presumably asleep, and four sitting around a small camp fire. Sad that not a single one of these bastards is keeping watch, he thought disgusted to himself.
He strode up to the campfire and loudly called out stretching, "Well will ya lookie here? How you fellas doing today?" He spoke in a strange accent, one he learned from a servant who served his brother-in-law. He had hoped it was from one of the tribes up north, but he wasn't too sure. He just guessed.
He knew that Maleos probably found this appalling. This was a dangerous gamble, but Daxos had himself wrapped up in his cloak as to hide his armor and sword, and he hoped he looked liked a rugged traveler.
One man stood up immediately, rugged and covered in a muddy chiton, spoke, "Who der fak is you?" His hand pulled out a raggedy looking sword. The other three men turned to look at the strange new arrival and their hands went to their weapons as well.
Daxos backed off holding out his hands, "Hey now thur boys, I don't mean no harm! I smeld da fire n thought you fellas might had some food you'd be willin to share with a broken traveler.
The first man who stood up, who was obviously the leader of this bunch stepped forward, his sword still in his hand. He stood at about Daxos' height, but nowhere near his body mass, and his brown eyes had a venomous look to them. There was obvious suspicion in his voice, Daxos knew he wouldn't be able to play this off.
Daxos began to back up, "Now now now there boys," unconsciously dropping the accent as the tension built up in his chest, "There's really no need for this violence!" Daxos noticed that the man that was asleep was now awake and sitting up, knife in hand. They were all staring directly at Daxos, all of them poised and ready for any shenanigans that may come their way. They were not looking in the direction of his lieutenant.
Perfect.
The leader of the group and kept walking towards Daxos, spouting intimidating words about how he's going to cut his throat for being there and things of that nature. To a normal person, sure, it could have worked. Intimidation did not work on Daxos that well. Though Daxos did try his best to put on a scared face, probably looked more like he was constipated than anything, and kept backing up until he backed into a tree.
"No where to run to know Greek." The barbarian spat those last words like an insult. Daxos dropped his 'scared' face and stood firm. The barbarian faltered for a moment, feeling a hint of doubt at the sudden change of demeanor from this man.
It was at this moment that Daxos struck out, leaping forward a few feet grabbing the barbarian's wrist and yanking it towards himself. The barbarian was not prepared for this sudden change, and he couldn't counter the man he had once thought to be just a random passerby. As his arm was yanked forwards he noticed that the cloak had opened up and revealed the Greek armor beneath.
Daxos grabbed the man's hand with his free hand, twisting the sword out of the grasp of the barbarian and plunged it deep into the man's throat. The man tried to moan in pain, but all he could muster was a wet gurgle as the blood poured out of his throat. Daxos threw the man to the ground and pulled out his blade, "Come on you cunts. I'll teach you fucks not to mess with the Men of the Heights."
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Despite the fact that it was only four words, Daxos felt a tinge of pride well up in his chest at his superior's approval. He hadn't been put on the spot much at all, especially not since him being passed over for a promotion, and it was a welcome change indeed. He did not dwell on the praise for soon Maleos was out of sight, like some weird magical nymph who blended into it's surroundings.
It took a few moments for Daxos to spot his lieutenant gesturing to him to continue. He took a deep breath and stepped into the small clearing in which the barbarians had camped. As soon as he broke the tree line, he noted that there were five of them, one laying down, presumably asleep, and four sitting around a small camp fire. Sad that not a single one of these bastards is keeping watch, he thought disgusted to himself.
He strode up to the campfire and loudly called out stretching, "Well will ya lookie here? How you fellas doing today?" He spoke in a strange accent, one he learned from a servant who served his brother-in-law. He had hoped it was from one of the tribes up north, but he wasn't too sure. He just guessed.
He knew that Maleos probably found this appalling. This was a dangerous gamble, but Daxos had himself wrapped up in his cloak as to hide his armor and sword, and he hoped he looked liked a rugged traveler.
One man stood up immediately, rugged and covered in a muddy chiton, spoke, "Who der fak is you?" His hand pulled out a raggedy looking sword. The other three men turned to look at the strange new arrival and their hands went to their weapons as well.
Daxos backed off holding out his hands, "Hey now thur boys, I don't mean no harm! I smeld da fire n thought you fellas might had some food you'd be willin to share with a broken traveler.
The first man who stood up, who was obviously the leader of this bunch stepped forward, his sword still in his hand. He stood at about Daxos' height, but nowhere near his body mass, and his brown eyes had a venomous look to them. There was obvious suspicion in his voice, Daxos knew he wouldn't be able to play this off.
Daxos began to back up, "Now now now there boys," unconsciously dropping the accent as the tension built up in his chest, "There's really no need for this violence!" Daxos noticed that the man that was asleep was now awake and sitting up, knife in hand. They were all staring directly at Daxos, all of them poised and ready for any shenanigans that may come their way. They were not looking in the direction of his lieutenant.
Perfect.
The leader of the group and kept walking towards Daxos, spouting intimidating words about how he's going to cut his throat for being there and things of that nature. To a normal person, sure, it could have worked. Intimidation did not work on Daxos that well. Though Daxos did try his best to put on a scared face, probably looked more like he was constipated than anything, and kept backing up until he backed into a tree.
"No where to run to know Greek." The barbarian spat those last words like an insult. Daxos dropped his 'scared' face and stood firm. The barbarian faltered for a moment, feeling a hint of doubt at the sudden change of demeanor from this man.
It was at this moment that Daxos struck out, leaping forward a few feet grabbing the barbarian's wrist and yanking it towards himself. The barbarian was not prepared for this sudden change, and he couldn't counter the man he had once thought to be just a random passerby. As his arm was yanked forwards he noticed that the cloak had opened up and revealed the Greek armor beneath.
Daxos grabbed the man's hand with his free hand, twisting the sword out of the grasp of the barbarian and plunged it deep into the man's throat. The man tried to moan in pain, but all he could muster was a wet gurgle as the blood poured out of his throat. Daxos threw the man to the ground and pulled out his blade, "Come on you cunts. I'll teach you fucks not to mess with the Men of the Heights."
Despite the fact that it was only four words, Daxos felt a tinge of pride well up in his chest at his superior's approval. He hadn't been put on the spot much at all, especially not since him being passed over for a promotion, and it was a welcome change indeed. He did not dwell on the praise for soon Maleos was out of sight, like some weird magical nymph who blended into it's surroundings.
It took a few moments for Daxos to spot his lieutenant gesturing to him to continue. He took a deep breath and stepped into the small clearing in which the barbarians had camped. As soon as he broke the tree line, he noted that there were five of them, one laying down, presumably asleep, and four sitting around a small camp fire. Sad that not a single one of these bastards is keeping watch, he thought disgusted to himself.
He strode up to the campfire and loudly called out stretching, "Well will ya lookie here? How you fellas doing today?" He spoke in a strange accent, one he learned from a servant who served his brother-in-law. He had hoped it was from one of the tribes up north, but he wasn't too sure. He just guessed.
He knew that Maleos probably found this appalling. This was a dangerous gamble, but Daxos had himself wrapped up in his cloak as to hide his armor and sword, and he hoped he looked liked a rugged traveler.
One man stood up immediately, rugged and covered in a muddy chiton, spoke, "Who der fak is you?" His hand pulled out a raggedy looking sword. The other three men turned to look at the strange new arrival and their hands went to their weapons as well.
Daxos backed off holding out his hands, "Hey now thur boys, I don't mean no harm! I smeld da fire n thought you fellas might had some food you'd be willin to share with a broken traveler.
The first man who stood up, who was obviously the leader of this bunch stepped forward, his sword still in his hand. He stood at about Daxos' height, but nowhere near his body mass, and his brown eyes had a venomous look to them. There was obvious suspicion in his voice, Daxos knew he wouldn't be able to play this off.
Daxos began to back up, "Now now now there boys," unconsciously dropping the accent as the tension built up in his chest, "There's really no need for this violence!" Daxos noticed that the man that was asleep was now awake and sitting up, knife in hand. They were all staring directly at Daxos, all of them poised and ready for any shenanigans that may come their way. They were not looking in the direction of his lieutenant.
Perfect.
The leader of the group and kept walking towards Daxos, spouting intimidating words about how he's going to cut his throat for being there and things of that nature. To a normal person, sure, it could have worked. Intimidation did not work on Daxos that well. Though Daxos did try his best to put on a scared face, probably looked more like he was constipated than anything, and kept backing up until he backed into a tree.
"No where to run to know Greek." The barbarian spat those last words like an insult. Daxos dropped his 'scared' face and stood firm. The barbarian faltered for a moment, feeling a hint of doubt at the sudden change of demeanor from this man.
It was at this moment that Daxos struck out, leaping forward a few feet grabbing the barbarian's wrist and yanking it towards himself. The barbarian was not prepared for this sudden change, and he couldn't counter the man he had once thought to be just a random passerby. As his arm was yanked forwards he noticed that the cloak had opened up and revealed the Greek armor beneath.
Daxos grabbed the man's hand with his free hand, twisting the sword out of the grasp of the barbarian and plunged it deep into the man's throat. The man tried to moan in pain, but all he could muster was a wet gurgle as the blood poured out of his throat. Daxos threw the man to the ground and pulled out his blade, "Come on you cunts. I'll teach you fucks not to mess with the Men of the Heights."
Maleos watched as Daxos stepped forward, expecting something a little quicker as a distraction, it definitely wouldn’t have been what Maleos would have done if their roles were reversed. A simpler distraction would have worked as well, but he supposed as long as the job was done it didn’t matter how. He wasn’t a fan of Daxos’ showmanship. As the barbarians were distracted with the soldier’s antics though, Maleos took the time to creep out of his hiding place, crouched lower to keep from alerting the men, he was close behind them as they attacked Daxos.
Or rather, as Daxos attacked first.
Again Daxos seemed to favour showing off, and Maleos made not that if he were to take this man under his teaching, that would be one of the first things he would need to get rid of. In Maleos’ unit, there was no room for showing off, that’s how men became distracted and met their ends. He thought his men to have known that lesson already, but clearly it hadn’t yet been fully learned. With the first man having been taken care of by Daxos already, Maleos made quick work of two of the remaining men. His sword slicing the air with practiced ease as they attempted to block and attack. The two on one combat looked like a dance where one side was practiced and the other was doing their best not to fall over. The fight was over in seconds, the barbarians wild combat style no match for careful precision and years of practice.
Soon the two lay dead, carefully placed cuts and stab wounds their cause of death. He looked up from where he had finished off the men. There would be two left, one that needed to die and one that needed to be kept alive so Maleos could allowed Daxos to question him. He was curious to see his interrogation methods, and what exactly he would ask the man that could be overly important. The location of their camp and their plans wasn’t something Maleos care too much about. He knew he would be able to find their camp on his own, but if they could get the truth from the last barbarian, they could strike out for their camp come the morning.
He grabbed the man that wanted to question from behind as the barbarian seemed to think he would attack Daxos, with a quick snap Maleos broke his wrist, causing the man to drop the axe he held. A swift kick to the back of his knees send him falling forward, knees to the ground and Maleos quickly put his sword to his neck so he wouldn’t move as he waited for Daxos to finish up with the last barbarian that had been left.
He planned on letting Daxos do the interrogating, since it had been his idea, and the night had so far consisted of small tests for the other man, he figured he ought to continue that, see if he was someone worth paying attention to and giving a little extra training.
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Maleos watched as Daxos stepped forward, expecting something a little quicker as a distraction, it definitely wouldn’t have been what Maleos would have done if their roles were reversed. A simpler distraction would have worked as well, but he supposed as long as the job was done it didn’t matter how. He wasn’t a fan of Daxos’ showmanship. As the barbarians were distracted with the soldier’s antics though, Maleos took the time to creep out of his hiding place, crouched lower to keep from alerting the men, he was close behind them as they attacked Daxos.
Or rather, as Daxos attacked first.
Again Daxos seemed to favour showing off, and Maleos made not that if he were to take this man under his teaching, that would be one of the first things he would need to get rid of. In Maleos’ unit, there was no room for showing off, that’s how men became distracted and met their ends. He thought his men to have known that lesson already, but clearly it hadn’t yet been fully learned. With the first man having been taken care of by Daxos already, Maleos made quick work of two of the remaining men. His sword slicing the air with practiced ease as they attempted to block and attack. The two on one combat looked like a dance where one side was practiced and the other was doing their best not to fall over. The fight was over in seconds, the barbarians wild combat style no match for careful precision and years of practice.
Soon the two lay dead, carefully placed cuts and stab wounds their cause of death. He looked up from where he had finished off the men. There would be two left, one that needed to die and one that needed to be kept alive so Maleos could allowed Daxos to question him. He was curious to see his interrogation methods, and what exactly he would ask the man that could be overly important. The location of their camp and their plans wasn’t something Maleos care too much about. He knew he would be able to find their camp on his own, but if they could get the truth from the last barbarian, they could strike out for their camp come the morning.
He grabbed the man that wanted to question from behind as the barbarian seemed to think he would attack Daxos, with a quick snap Maleos broke his wrist, causing the man to drop the axe he held. A swift kick to the back of his knees send him falling forward, knees to the ground and Maleos quickly put his sword to his neck so he wouldn’t move as he waited for Daxos to finish up with the last barbarian that had been left.
He planned on letting Daxos do the interrogating, since it had been his idea, and the night had so far consisted of small tests for the other man, he figured he ought to continue that, see if he was someone worth paying attention to and giving a little extra training.
Maleos watched as Daxos stepped forward, expecting something a little quicker as a distraction, it definitely wouldn’t have been what Maleos would have done if their roles were reversed. A simpler distraction would have worked as well, but he supposed as long as the job was done it didn’t matter how. He wasn’t a fan of Daxos’ showmanship. As the barbarians were distracted with the soldier’s antics though, Maleos took the time to creep out of his hiding place, crouched lower to keep from alerting the men, he was close behind them as they attacked Daxos.
Or rather, as Daxos attacked first.
Again Daxos seemed to favour showing off, and Maleos made not that if he were to take this man under his teaching, that would be one of the first things he would need to get rid of. In Maleos’ unit, there was no room for showing off, that’s how men became distracted and met their ends. He thought his men to have known that lesson already, but clearly it hadn’t yet been fully learned. With the first man having been taken care of by Daxos already, Maleos made quick work of two of the remaining men. His sword slicing the air with practiced ease as they attempted to block and attack. The two on one combat looked like a dance where one side was practiced and the other was doing their best not to fall over. The fight was over in seconds, the barbarians wild combat style no match for careful precision and years of practice.
Soon the two lay dead, carefully placed cuts and stab wounds their cause of death. He looked up from where he had finished off the men. There would be two left, one that needed to die and one that needed to be kept alive so Maleos could allowed Daxos to question him. He was curious to see his interrogation methods, and what exactly he would ask the man that could be overly important. The location of their camp and their plans wasn’t something Maleos care too much about. He knew he would be able to find their camp on his own, but if they could get the truth from the last barbarian, they could strike out for their camp come the morning.
He grabbed the man that wanted to question from behind as the barbarian seemed to think he would attack Daxos, with a quick snap Maleos broke his wrist, causing the man to drop the axe he held. A swift kick to the back of his knees send him falling forward, knees to the ground and Maleos quickly put his sword to his neck so he wouldn’t move as he waited for Daxos to finish up with the last barbarian that had been left.
He planned on letting Daxos do the interrogating, since it had been his idea, and the night had so far consisted of small tests for the other man, he figured he ought to continue that, see if he was someone worth paying attention to and giving a little extra training.
With one glance at his lieutenant, Daxos knew he wasn't happy with how he handled it. Another fuck up, he sighed to himself as the other two men stepped forward. They were shaken a bit, seeing that another man seemed to jump out from behind and began an assault from their rear.
Regardless, Daxos waited, sword raised as they spread out, one on his left, one on his right. It took Daxos only a moment to realize which one would be the one most likely to spill information. The man on the left did not look confident, his knees shaking some. Him.
He rushed the swordsman on his right, noting that Maleos had moved in on the one on the left. With a quick flash, his sword came out towards the barbarian aimed directly for the man's dominant arm. His adversary was able to bring his blade up to catch his blade. Daxos began to smile, this is going to be a fun adversary.
Daxos could tell through the flurry of blows that they exchanged that this man was no ordinary warrior. He was probably someone who took immense pride in his craft and devoted time to it. It wasn't as if Daxos was in any position to lose this fight, but the man was quick, quicker than Daxos on the attack. Daxos found himself trying his best to avoid the swordsman's blows. A few found their target, but they were all just superficial.
The battle only lasted about two minutes. Daxos waited patiently for the perfect moment to strike. He had not given ground and did nothing other than block the worst of the hits. It was when the man took a step forward for another attempt to push the big man back when his foot caught on a small root in the ground before them. For just one moment the man was off-balance, but one moment was all that Daxos needed.
His sword came up and lopped the man's arm off cleanly, followed by another quick chop towards the barbarian's neck. He tried desperately to fall back and avoid it, but the sword connected with his neck. His head came cleanly off the body. Daxos felt the warm spray the man's blood his face. The body was still twitching when it fell.
Daxos turned back to Maleos who held the one remaining barbarian. Daxos looked back to the corpse and picked up the swordsman's head, casually walking up towards their prisoner. "You know, this man died quick. Almost painless," Daxos stopped before the man kneeling smiling widely as the blood dripped down his face, eyes wide with the look of pure ecstasy, "I can easily do the same for you. But..."
Daxos brought the head up and began to let the blood dripped out all over the man's face, "I think I'll have some fun with you. You all were quite unhospitable. Why didn't you share any food?" There was a playful malice in the soldier's voice, something dark and menacing. Daxos drew a small dagger and placed it against his face, "You have such a messed up nose, I think I'll fix it first."
"No no no no no-" the man began to beg. Daxos laughed as with a quick cut, sliced off a large portion of the man's nose immediately shoving his hand down the mouth of the other man. Daxos couldn't hear anything but muffled sobs as he felt the man's blood drip down his hand.
"I don't want to hear a damn thing out of you." Daxos began to move the knife slowly towards the ear. He looked up at Maleos and winked stealthily, "I think... I think I'll let you go." The barbarian's body kind of fell and he could tell it was in relief, "On one condition." Daxos dropped the head he was still holding in his other hand and grabbed the man by the hair dragging him over to the fire that was still going, shoving his face close to the flames.
"Wait wait wait! Stop! What do you want? What do you want?" The man was visibly crying and shaking, and to be honest, Daxos felt bad. He didn't like doing this, but he needed to. He had felt he was already disappointing his lieutenant enough today.
"I'll let you live if-" he yanked the man back away from the fire and onto his back, "you let me know a couple things." Daxos crouched by the man holding the knife to his throat, "Where is your main camp? Around how many men are there?"
The man looked up with his eyes narrowing. He didn't speak immediately. Daxos sighed to himself and with his free hand grabbed the man's throat with his right hand and took the knife in his left, moving it towards the man's ears.
"W-ait-" Daxos lifted the pressure on his throat and leaned into the man's mouth, "There's a total of hundred of us. A day's march south. We were to be a scouting party." Daxos stood up taking his hand away from the man. He rolled over grasping at his throat for air. Bruises were already beginning to form on the man's neck.
Daxos looked at Maleos and shrugged, "One hundred men and south? Seems right." Daxos replaced his knife on his belt and grabbed his sword off the ground. He turned back to the man who was trying to scramble away with his broken wrist. Daxos grabbed the man and pulled him back over to the fire.
"What?! What?! I told you everything!" He pleaded. Daxos didn't respond to him as he grabbed the man's arm and forcefully held his good hand in the fire. The man erupted with a scream. Daxos put the man's hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming any louder. The smell of burning flesh sickened Daxos. He wanted to gag, but he wouldn't.
"I don't fucking believe you. You fucking lied to me didn't you?" Each word dripped more and more venom as Daxos brought his face close to the barbarian's. "Tell me the truth."
Through the screams the man yelled out, "there-there's only about fifty of us! Half a days march east. We're wait- aaaaahhh We're waiting for more men!" Daxos pulled the man away from the fire and threw him once again back on the ground beneath them. The man brought both of his arms to his chest and began to rock back and forth.
Daxos nodded at Maleos as he withdrew his swords again, "I do appreciate the effort you put in to not sell out your comrades, I really do. However, I cannot let you leave here alive." Daxos drove his sword down into the barbarian's chest, and he could hear the man sigh his last breath.
Daxos wiped his sword off and sheathed it. He looked up at his lieutenant, with a sad and sorrowful look in his eyes, "Well Lieutenant. What now." Daxos felt quite uncomfortable. He knew what he did was quite savage, but against these barbarians, he felt it was necessary. He just didn't know if his superior would feel the same way.
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With one glance at his lieutenant, Daxos knew he wasn't happy with how he handled it. Another fuck up, he sighed to himself as the other two men stepped forward. They were shaken a bit, seeing that another man seemed to jump out from behind and began an assault from their rear.
Regardless, Daxos waited, sword raised as they spread out, one on his left, one on his right. It took Daxos only a moment to realize which one would be the one most likely to spill information. The man on the left did not look confident, his knees shaking some. Him.
He rushed the swordsman on his right, noting that Maleos had moved in on the one on the left. With a quick flash, his sword came out towards the barbarian aimed directly for the man's dominant arm. His adversary was able to bring his blade up to catch his blade. Daxos began to smile, this is going to be a fun adversary.
Daxos could tell through the flurry of blows that they exchanged that this man was no ordinary warrior. He was probably someone who took immense pride in his craft and devoted time to it. It wasn't as if Daxos was in any position to lose this fight, but the man was quick, quicker than Daxos on the attack. Daxos found himself trying his best to avoid the swordsman's blows. A few found their target, but they were all just superficial.
The battle only lasted about two minutes. Daxos waited patiently for the perfect moment to strike. He had not given ground and did nothing other than block the worst of the hits. It was when the man took a step forward for another attempt to push the big man back when his foot caught on a small root in the ground before them. For just one moment the man was off-balance, but one moment was all that Daxos needed.
His sword came up and lopped the man's arm off cleanly, followed by another quick chop towards the barbarian's neck. He tried desperately to fall back and avoid it, but the sword connected with his neck. His head came cleanly off the body. Daxos felt the warm spray the man's blood his face. The body was still twitching when it fell.
Daxos turned back to Maleos who held the one remaining barbarian. Daxos looked back to the corpse and picked up the swordsman's head, casually walking up towards their prisoner. "You know, this man died quick. Almost painless," Daxos stopped before the man kneeling smiling widely as the blood dripped down his face, eyes wide with the look of pure ecstasy, "I can easily do the same for you. But..."
Daxos brought the head up and began to let the blood dripped out all over the man's face, "I think I'll have some fun with you. You all were quite unhospitable. Why didn't you share any food?" There was a playful malice in the soldier's voice, something dark and menacing. Daxos drew a small dagger and placed it against his face, "You have such a messed up nose, I think I'll fix it first."
"No no no no no-" the man began to beg. Daxos laughed as with a quick cut, sliced off a large portion of the man's nose immediately shoving his hand down the mouth of the other man. Daxos couldn't hear anything but muffled sobs as he felt the man's blood drip down his hand.
"I don't want to hear a damn thing out of you." Daxos began to move the knife slowly towards the ear. He looked up at Maleos and winked stealthily, "I think... I think I'll let you go." The barbarian's body kind of fell and he could tell it was in relief, "On one condition." Daxos dropped the head he was still holding in his other hand and grabbed the man by the hair dragging him over to the fire that was still going, shoving his face close to the flames.
"Wait wait wait! Stop! What do you want? What do you want?" The man was visibly crying and shaking, and to be honest, Daxos felt bad. He didn't like doing this, but he needed to. He had felt he was already disappointing his lieutenant enough today.
"I'll let you live if-" he yanked the man back away from the fire and onto his back, "you let me know a couple things." Daxos crouched by the man holding the knife to his throat, "Where is your main camp? Around how many men are there?"
The man looked up with his eyes narrowing. He didn't speak immediately. Daxos sighed to himself and with his free hand grabbed the man's throat with his right hand and took the knife in his left, moving it towards the man's ears.
"W-ait-" Daxos lifted the pressure on his throat and leaned into the man's mouth, "There's a total of hundred of us. A day's march south. We were to be a scouting party." Daxos stood up taking his hand away from the man. He rolled over grasping at his throat for air. Bruises were already beginning to form on the man's neck.
Daxos looked at Maleos and shrugged, "One hundred men and south? Seems right." Daxos replaced his knife on his belt and grabbed his sword off the ground. He turned back to the man who was trying to scramble away with his broken wrist. Daxos grabbed the man and pulled him back over to the fire.
"What?! What?! I told you everything!" He pleaded. Daxos didn't respond to him as he grabbed the man's arm and forcefully held his good hand in the fire. The man erupted with a scream. Daxos put the man's hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming any louder. The smell of burning flesh sickened Daxos. He wanted to gag, but he wouldn't.
"I don't fucking believe you. You fucking lied to me didn't you?" Each word dripped more and more venom as Daxos brought his face close to the barbarian's. "Tell me the truth."
Through the screams the man yelled out, "there-there's only about fifty of us! Half a days march east. We're wait- aaaaahhh We're waiting for more men!" Daxos pulled the man away from the fire and threw him once again back on the ground beneath them. The man brought both of his arms to his chest and began to rock back and forth.
Daxos nodded at Maleos as he withdrew his swords again, "I do appreciate the effort you put in to not sell out your comrades, I really do. However, I cannot let you leave here alive." Daxos drove his sword down into the barbarian's chest, and he could hear the man sigh his last breath.
Daxos wiped his sword off and sheathed it. He looked up at his lieutenant, with a sad and sorrowful look in his eyes, "Well Lieutenant. What now." Daxos felt quite uncomfortable. He knew what he did was quite savage, but against these barbarians, he felt it was necessary. He just didn't know if his superior would feel the same way.
With one glance at his lieutenant, Daxos knew he wasn't happy with how he handled it. Another fuck up, he sighed to himself as the other two men stepped forward. They were shaken a bit, seeing that another man seemed to jump out from behind and began an assault from their rear.
Regardless, Daxos waited, sword raised as they spread out, one on his left, one on his right. It took Daxos only a moment to realize which one would be the one most likely to spill information. The man on the left did not look confident, his knees shaking some. Him.
He rushed the swordsman on his right, noting that Maleos had moved in on the one on the left. With a quick flash, his sword came out towards the barbarian aimed directly for the man's dominant arm. His adversary was able to bring his blade up to catch his blade. Daxos began to smile, this is going to be a fun adversary.
Daxos could tell through the flurry of blows that they exchanged that this man was no ordinary warrior. He was probably someone who took immense pride in his craft and devoted time to it. It wasn't as if Daxos was in any position to lose this fight, but the man was quick, quicker than Daxos on the attack. Daxos found himself trying his best to avoid the swordsman's blows. A few found their target, but they were all just superficial.
The battle only lasted about two minutes. Daxos waited patiently for the perfect moment to strike. He had not given ground and did nothing other than block the worst of the hits. It was when the man took a step forward for another attempt to push the big man back when his foot caught on a small root in the ground before them. For just one moment the man was off-balance, but one moment was all that Daxos needed.
His sword came up and lopped the man's arm off cleanly, followed by another quick chop towards the barbarian's neck. He tried desperately to fall back and avoid it, but the sword connected with his neck. His head came cleanly off the body. Daxos felt the warm spray the man's blood his face. The body was still twitching when it fell.
Daxos turned back to Maleos who held the one remaining barbarian. Daxos looked back to the corpse and picked up the swordsman's head, casually walking up towards their prisoner. "You know, this man died quick. Almost painless," Daxos stopped before the man kneeling smiling widely as the blood dripped down his face, eyes wide with the look of pure ecstasy, "I can easily do the same for you. But..."
Daxos brought the head up and began to let the blood dripped out all over the man's face, "I think I'll have some fun with you. You all were quite unhospitable. Why didn't you share any food?" There was a playful malice in the soldier's voice, something dark and menacing. Daxos drew a small dagger and placed it against his face, "You have such a messed up nose, I think I'll fix it first."
"No no no no no-" the man began to beg. Daxos laughed as with a quick cut, sliced off a large portion of the man's nose immediately shoving his hand down the mouth of the other man. Daxos couldn't hear anything but muffled sobs as he felt the man's blood drip down his hand.
"I don't want to hear a damn thing out of you." Daxos began to move the knife slowly towards the ear. He looked up at Maleos and winked stealthily, "I think... I think I'll let you go." The barbarian's body kind of fell and he could tell it was in relief, "On one condition." Daxos dropped the head he was still holding in his other hand and grabbed the man by the hair dragging him over to the fire that was still going, shoving his face close to the flames.
"Wait wait wait! Stop! What do you want? What do you want?" The man was visibly crying and shaking, and to be honest, Daxos felt bad. He didn't like doing this, but he needed to. He had felt he was already disappointing his lieutenant enough today.
"I'll let you live if-" he yanked the man back away from the fire and onto his back, "you let me know a couple things." Daxos crouched by the man holding the knife to his throat, "Where is your main camp? Around how many men are there?"
The man looked up with his eyes narrowing. He didn't speak immediately. Daxos sighed to himself and with his free hand grabbed the man's throat with his right hand and took the knife in his left, moving it towards the man's ears.
"W-ait-" Daxos lifted the pressure on his throat and leaned into the man's mouth, "There's a total of hundred of us. A day's march south. We were to be a scouting party." Daxos stood up taking his hand away from the man. He rolled over grasping at his throat for air. Bruises were already beginning to form on the man's neck.
Daxos looked at Maleos and shrugged, "One hundred men and south? Seems right." Daxos replaced his knife on his belt and grabbed his sword off the ground. He turned back to the man who was trying to scramble away with his broken wrist. Daxos grabbed the man and pulled him back over to the fire.
"What?! What?! I told you everything!" He pleaded. Daxos didn't respond to him as he grabbed the man's arm and forcefully held his good hand in the fire. The man erupted with a scream. Daxos put the man's hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming any louder. The smell of burning flesh sickened Daxos. He wanted to gag, but he wouldn't.
"I don't fucking believe you. You fucking lied to me didn't you?" Each word dripped more and more venom as Daxos brought his face close to the barbarian's. "Tell me the truth."
Through the screams the man yelled out, "there-there's only about fifty of us! Half a days march east. We're wait- aaaaahhh We're waiting for more men!" Daxos pulled the man away from the fire and threw him once again back on the ground beneath them. The man brought both of his arms to his chest and began to rock back and forth.
Daxos nodded at Maleos as he withdrew his swords again, "I do appreciate the effort you put in to not sell out your comrades, I really do. However, I cannot let you leave here alive." Daxos drove his sword down into the barbarian's chest, and he could hear the man sigh his last breath.
Daxos wiped his sword off and sheathed it. He looked up at his lieutenant, with a sad and sorrowful look in his eyes, "Well Lieutenant. What now." Daxos felt quite uncomfortable. He knew what he did was quite savage, but against these barbarians, he felt it was necessary. He just didn't know if his superior would feel the same way.
Maleos watched Daxos’ actions. His actions were those of a barbarian himself, uncivilized and savage in their own right. He made no move and spoke no words, but Daxos would hear of his distaste once this was over. There were better ways to handle it, ways that did not include dangling a decapitated head in front of the prisoner nor his superior officer. Daxos seemed to have forgotten himself, swallowed by the blood and death they had seen that day. Maleos did not approve of it, but he bit his tongue for the moment. This man would die, whether he told them what they wanted to know or not, so it wasn’t as if he would be around to speak of the uncivilized manner with which Daxos presented himself.
He watched as the man was pulled away from him and over towards the fire, while Daxos continued to terrorize the man, Maleos wiped the blood from his sword before slipping it into its sheath, blue-green eyes moving back to watch Daxos and the barbarian again.
Things seemed to calm down a little as Daxos became a bit more reasonable with his questioning, and Maleos relaxed. He had almost begun to wonder if he wanted this man in his ranks, having half a thought to bring his actions to Timaeus’ attentions. He would give him the benefit of the doubt though, he knew that the bloodlust during combat could sometimes take over and make a man do things he wouldn’t normally do.
He made no move to interfere, watching how Daxos handled it from here.
A hundred men to the South. If his words were true, they would be able to take them out without any issues, hopefully with nothing but minor injuries among his men. The South though, seemed odd, as they had been marching up from that way. Had they marched right by their camp? Had the barbarians managed to get around them and plan to ambush them from behind? Either way, Maleos would send a scouting party of his own as soon as the two men returned to their camp.
It did not stop there, and Maleos felt pride as Daxos did not believe the man. He agreed, it did not sound truthful, there was no way a band of one hundred barbarians had been missed by the Lieutenant. His eyes did not look away as Daxos ended the man’s life. A necessary action, though it had been preceded by a few actions that were not.
“We return to camp.” He said simply when Daxos asked what they were to do now. He turned and began to head back from whence they came, believing that the man would follow with him.
“Such cruelties were not necessary, Daxos, though effective.” He spoke as they walked, confident that there were no more of them around. “You must learn to carry yourself with more civility if you ever wish to rise beyond your station.” He continued, looking over at him with a serious look so he knew that he was not joking.
“We kill and we question because it is necessary, and for no other reason. If we fall to such cruelties, we become no better than the barbarians we drive back from the North.” Maleos finished his berating, following it up with an expression of what he had been proud of.
“You saw through the mans lies, which I was impressed with. I have seen men of greater rank and experience believe every word a captured man had put forth, as if a man afraid for his life would tell no lies.” He said, clapping the other man on the shoulder with one hand as praise for his actions.
“When we return to the men, I want you to gather as many as you think you need and clean these bodies up. Take any quality supplies from the camp and bring them to me. We will see if any of it can be salvaged.” He finished, they were not far from their own camp now. It would be straight back to business for the two of them, the sun had just begun to be seen on the horizon, and Maleos planned to wake the rest of the men. He would send a scouting party as the rest of the men ate their first meal for the day, and Daxos and his chosen men cleaned up the barbarian bodies.
He then planned to break camp and make their march on the barbarians before they could group with the rest of their numbers.
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Maleos watched Daxos’ actions. His actions were those of a barbarian himself, uncivilized and savage in their own right. He made no move and spoke no words, but Daxos would hear of his distaste once this was over. There were better ways to handle it, ways that did not include dangling a decapitated head in front of the prisoner nor his superior officer. Daxos seemed to have forgotten himself, swallowed by the blood and death they had seen that day. Maleos did not approve of it, but he bit his tongue for the moment. This man would die, whether he told them what they wanted to know or not, so it wasn’t as if he would be around to speak of the uncivilized manner with which Daxos presented himself.
He watched as the man was pulled away from him and over towards the fire, while Daxos continued to terrorize the man, Maleos wiped the blood from his sword before slipping it into its sheath, blue-green eyes moving back to watch Daxos and the barbarian again.
Things seemed to calm down a little as Daxos became a bit more reasonable with his questioning, and Maleos relaxed. He had almost begun to wonder if he wanted this man in his ranks, having half a thought to bring his actions to Timaeus’ attentions. He would give him the benefit of the doubt though, he knew that the bloodlust during combat could sometimes take over and make a man do things he wouldn’t normally do.
He made no move to interfere, watching how Daxos handled it from here.
A hundred men to the South. If his words were true, they would be able to take them out without any issues, hopefully with nothing but minor injuries among his men. The South though, seemed odd, as they had been marching up from that way. Had they marched right by their camp? Had the barbarians managed to get around them and plan to ambush them from behind? Either way, Maleos would send a scouting party of his own as soon as the two men returned to their camp.
It did not stop there, and Maleos felt pride as Daxos did not believe the man. He agreed, it did not sound truthful, there was no way a band of one hundred barbarians had been missed by the Lieutenant. His eyes did not look away as Daxos ended the man’s life. A necessary action, though it had been preceded by a few actions that were not.
“We return to camp.” He said simply when Daxos asked what they were to do now. He turned and began to head back from whence they came, believing that the man would follow with him.
“Such cruelties were not necessary, Daxos, though effective.” He spoke as they walked, confident that there were no more of them around. “You must learn to carry yourself with more civility if you ever wish to rise beyond your station.” He continued, looking over at him with a serious look so he knew that he was not joking.
“We kill and we question because it is necessary, and for no other reason. If we fall to such cruelties, we become no better than the barbarians we drive back from the North.” Maleos finished his berating, following it up with an expression of what he had been proud of.
“You saw through the mans lies, which I was impressed with. I have seen men of greater rank and experience believe every word a captured man had put forth, as if a man afraid for his life would tell no lies.” He said, clapping the other man on the shoulder with one hand as praise for his actions.
“When we return to the men, I want you to gather as many as you think you need and clean these bodies up. Take any quality supplies from the camp and bring them to me. We will see if any of it can be salvaged.” He finished, they were not far from their own camp now. It would be straight back to business for the two of them, the sun had just begun to be seen on the horizon, and Maleos planned to wake the rest of the men. He would send a scouting party as the rest of the men ate their first meal for the day, and Daxos and his chosen men cleaned up the barbarian bodies.
He then planned to break camp and make their march on the barbarians before they could group with the rest of their numbers.
Maleos watched Daxos’ actions. His actions were those of a barbarian himself, uncivilized and savage in their own right. He made no move and spoke no words, but Daxos would hear of his distaste once this was over. There were better ways to handle it, ways that did not include dangling a decapitated head in front of the prisoner nor his superior officer. Daxos seemed to have forgotten himself, swallowed by the blood and death they had seen that day. Maleos did not approve of it, but he bit his tongue for the moment. This man would die, whether he told them what they wanted to know or not, so it wasn’t as if he would be around to speak of the uncivilized manner with which Daxos presented himself.
He watched as the man was pulled away from him and over towards the fire, while Daxos continued to terrorize the man, Maleos wiped the blood from his sword before slipping it into its sheath, blue-green eyes moving back to watch Daxos and the barbarian again.
Things seemed to calm down a little as Daxos became a bit more reasonable with his questioning, and Maleos relaxed. He had almost begun to wonder if he wanted this man in his ranks, having half a thought to bring his actions to Timaeus’ attentions. He would give him the benefit of the doubt though, he knew that the bloodlust during combat could sometimes take over and make a man do things he wouldn’t normally do.
He made no move to interfere, watching how Daxos handled it from here.
A hundred men to the South. If his words were true, they would be able to take them out without any issues, hopefully with nothing but minor injuries among his men. The South though, seemed odd, as they had been marching up from that way. Had they marched right by their camp? Had the barbarians managed to get around them and plan to ambush them from behind? Either way, Maleos would send a scouting party of his own as soon as the two men returned to their camp.
It did not stop there, and Maleos felt pride as Daxos did not believe the man. He agreed, it did not sound truthful, there was no way a band of one hundred barbarians had been missed by the Lieutenant. His eyes did not look away as Daxos ended the man’s life. A necessary action, though it had been preceded by a few actions that were not.
“We return to camp.” He said simply when Daxos asked what they were to do now. He turned and began to head back from whence they came, believing that the man would follow with him.
“Such cruelties were not necessary, Daxos, though effective.” He spoke as they walked, confident that there were no more of them around. “You must learn to carry yourself with more civility if you ever wish to rise beyond your station.” He continued, looking over at him with a serious look so he knew that he was not joking.
“We kill and we question because it is necessary, and for no other reason. If we fall to such cruelties, we become no better than the barbarians we drive back from the North.” Maleos finished his berating, following it up with an expression of what he had been proud of.
“You saw through the mans lies, which I was impressed with. I have seen men of greater rank and experience believe every word a captured man had put forth, as if a man afraid for his life would tell no lies.” He said, clapping the other man on the shoulder with one hand as praise for his actions.
“When we return to the men, I want you to gather as many as you think you need and clean these bodies up. Take any quality supplies from the camp and bring them to me. We will see if any of it can be salvaged.” He finished, they were not far from their own camp now. It would be straight back to business for the two of them, the sun had just begun to be seen on the horizon, and Maleos planned to wake the rest of the men. He would send a scouting party as the rest of the men ate their first meal for the day, and Daxos and his chosen men cleaned up the barbarian bodies.
He then planned to break camp and make their march on the barbarians before they could group with the rest of their numbers.
The soldier nodded at the command. His lieutenant had seen and heard all that needed to be done. Daxos knelt down quietly and whispered his prayer to Ares. He stood up and followed his superior. He could feel the dissatisfaction that Maleos felt for the way he conducted himself. Soon enough, he heard from his lieutenant.
He looked down in shame as his superior chastised him for his actions. He spoke the truth, the way at which Daxos had performed the interrogation was unbecoming of him. He couldn't truly help it sometimes, the bloodlust had taken ahold of him as it often did and he did what came naturally to him. They were enemies of Colchis and deserved to be treated as trash.
"I understand Lieutenant. I will take your words to heart and do my utmost to live up to your standards." Daxos sighed quietly. His shameful actions would not bring honor to Colchis, nor to Ares of that matter. His heart felt heavy. He did regret the cruelty he performed, but at the time he deemed it necessary to get the information from the barbarian. Now, he supposed it could have been different.
He was surprised when the lieutenant praised him. He looked at the lieutenant earnestly and had a small smile on his lips. At least I did one thing right, Daxos thought with some pride. He knew that men often didn't tell the truth first. Many men were not honest men. Some may be good, but there were few honest men left in this world. "Thank you." He uttered quietly.
He saluted his captain, "Yes sir. I will do as you ask." He took off at a light jog back into camp, "It's time to wake! Eat your meals! Be prepared to march!" He spent the next couple of minutes finding five other men to return to the bodies of the barbarians. Soon he was back at the carnage site, praying over every corpse and burying them.
It was about twenty minutes later when he and the men returned back to camp. Daxos grabbed some salted beef from his own stash and began to munch on it. He sat mostly by himself as he contemplated what Maleos had said. This is perhaps why I was passed over, he thought bitterly. He knew that wasn't entirely the case. Not many wanted a battle-hungry peasant to lead men. Menso eager to fight could easily turn his men against the hand that fed them.
After finishing his salted beef he formed up with the rest of men, taking his place on the far right and awaited his captain's orders.
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The soldier nodded at the command. His lieutenant had seen and heard all that needed to be done. Daxos knelt down quietly and whispered his prayer to Ares. He stood up and followed his superior. He could feel the dissatisfaction that Maleos felt for the way he conducted himself. Soon enough, he heard from his lieutenant.
He looked down in shame as his superior chastised him for his actions. He spoke the truth, the way at which Daxos had performed the interrogation was unbecoming of him. He couldn't truly help it sometimes, the bloodlust had taken ahold of him as it often did and he did what came naturally to him. They were enemies of Colchis and deserved to be treated as trash.
"I understand Lieutenant. I will take your words to heart and do my utmost to live up to your standards." Daxos sighed quietly. His shameful actions would not bring honor to Colchis, nor to Ares of that matter. His heart felt heavy. He did regret the cruelty he performed, but at the time he deemed it necessary to get the information from the barbarian. Now, he supposed it could have been different.
He was surprised when the lieutenant praised him. He looked at the lieutenant earnestly and had a small smile on his lips. At least I did one thing right, Daxos thought with some pride. He knew that men often didn't tell the truth first. Many men were not honest men. Some may be good, but there were few honest men left in this world. "Thank you." He uttered quietly.
He saluted his captain, "Yes sir. I will do as you ask." He took off at a light jog back into camp, "It's time to wake! Eat your meals! Be prepared to march!" He spent the next couple of minutes finding five other men to return to the bodies of the barbarians. Soon he was back at the carnage site, praying over every corpse and burying them.
It was about twenty minutes later when he and the men returned back to camp. Daxos grabbed some salted beef from his own stash and began to munch on it. He sat mostly by himself as he contemplated what Maleos had said. This is perhaps why I was passed over, he thought bitterly. He knew that wasn't entirely the case. Not many wanted a battle-hungry peasant to lead men. Menso eager to fight could easily turn his men against the hand that fed them.
After finishing his salted beef he formed up with the rest of men, taking his place on the far right and awaited his captain's orders.
The soldier nodded at the command. His lieutenant had seen and heard all that needed to be done. Daxos knelt down quietly and whispered his prayer to Ares. He stood up and followed his superior. He could feel the dissatisfaction that Maleos felt for the way he conducted himself. Soon enough, he heard from his lieutenant.
He looked down in shame as his superior chastised him for his actions. He spoke the truth, the way at which Daxos had performed the interrogation was unbecoming of him. He couldn't truly help it sometimes, the bloodlust had taken ahold of him as it often did and he did what came naturally to him. They were enemies of Colchis and deserved to be treated as trash.
"I understand Lieutenant. I will take your words to heart and do my utmost to live up to your standards." Daxos sighed quietly. His shameful actions would not bring honor to Colchis, nor to Ares of that matter. His heart felt heavy. He did regret the cruelty he performed, but at the time he deemed it necessary to get the information from the barbarian. Now, he supposed it could have been different.
He was surprised when the lieutenant praised him. He looked at the lieutenant earnestly and had a small smile on his lips. At least I did one thing right, Daxos thought with some pride. He knew that men often didn't tell the truth first. Many men were not honest men. Some may be good, but there were few honest men left in this world. "Thank you." He uttered quietly.
He saluted his captain, "Yes sir. I will do as you ask." He took off at a light jog back into camp, "It's time to wake! Eat your meals! Be prepared to march!" He spent the next couple of minutes finding five other men to return to the bodies of the barbarians. Soon he was back at the carnage site, praying over every corpse and burying them.
It was about twenty minutes later when he and the men returned back to camp. Daxos grabbed some salted beef from his own stash and began to munch on it. He sat mostly by himself as he contemplated what Maleos had said. This is perhaps why I was passed over, he thought bitterly. He knew that wasn't entirely the case. Not many wanted a battle-hungry peasant to lead men. Menso eager to fight could easily turn his men against the hand that fed them.
After finishing his salted beef he formed up with the rest of men, taking his place on the far right and awaited his captain's orders.
Maleos and Daxos returned to camp, and as Daxos gathered the men to clean up the dead bodies, Maleos returned to his tent. He took a moment to eat his morning rations, preferring to have the same as his own men. He knew there were some superior officers who would allow themselves more rations, but Maleos saw no reason. If he expected his men to fight and survive off the rations, then he himself should be able to do the same.
Once he finished eating, he began to pack his things. He could hear the men in the camp already at work packing things and taking their tents down, preparing for the march towards their enemies with the new-found information that Daxos had helped gather through the night. He could feel a bit of exhaustion creeping in from the lack of rest the night before, but he knew that if they found the barbarians they hunted, he would sleep well the next night, having bathed in their blood.
His mind began to wander to the lives taken only a few short hours ago, and the prospect of more lives to be taken in the hours to come. Daxos was the forefront of his thoughts, the soldier showed promise, though he would need to work on refining himself, Maleos could see a future for him within the unit. One that came with a promotion to a superior rank.
He let his thoughts wander as he packed up camp and gathered his men for the march and bloodshed that was yet to come. He was looking forward to it, despite his years in the military, he still loved getting back to the basics of combat, of besting his enemies and the thrill of risking ones life for the safety of the common folk who probably still rested back home.
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Maleos and Daxos returned to camp, and as Daxos gathered the men to clean up the dead bodies, Maleos returned to his tent. He took a moment to eat his morning rations, preferring to have the same as his own men. He knew there were some superior officers who would allow themselves more rations, but Maleos saw no reason. If he expected his men to fight and survive off the rations, then he himself should be able to do the same.
Once he finished eating, he began to pack his things. He could hear the men in the camp already at work packing things and taking their tents down, preparing for the march towards their enemies with the new-found information that Daxos had helped gather through the night. He could feel a bit of exhaustion creeping in from the lack of rest the night before, but he knew that if they found the barbarians they hunted, he would sleep well the next night, having bathed in their blood.
His mind began to wander to the lives taken only a few short hours ago, and the prospect of more lives to be taken in the hours to come. Daxos was the forefront of his thoughts, the soldier showed promise, though he would need to work on refining himself, Maleos could see a future for him within the unit. One that came with a promotion to a superior rank.
He let his thoughts wander as he packed up camp and gathered his men for the march and bloodshed that was yet to come. He was looking forward to it, despite his years in the military, he still loved getting back to the basics of combat, of besting his enemies and the thrill of risking ones life for the safety of the common folk who probably still rested back home.
Maleos and Daxos returned to camp, and as Daxos gathered the men to clean up the dead bodies, Maleos returned to his tent. He took a moment to eat his morning rations, preferring to have the same as his own men. He knew there were some superior officers who would allow themselves more rations, but Maleos saw no reason. If he expected his men to fight and survive off the rations, then he himself should be able to do the same.
Once he finished eating, he began to pack his things. He could hear the men in the camp already at work packing things and taking their tents down, preparing for the march towards their enemies with the new-found information that Daxos had helped gather through the night. He could feel a bit of exhaustion creeping in from the lack of rest the night before, but he knew that if they found the barbarians they hunted, he would sleep well the next night, having bathed in their blood.
His mind began to wander to the lives taken only a few short hours ago, and the prospect of more lives to be taken in the hours to come. Daxos was the forefront of his thoughts, the soldier showed promise, though he would need to work on refining himself, Maleos could see a future for him within the unit. One that came with a promotion to a superior rank.
He let his thoughts wander as he packed up camp and gathered his men for the march and bloodshed that was yet to come. He was looking forward to it, despite his years in the military, he still loved getting back to the basics of combat, of besting his enemies and the thrill of risking ones life for the safety of the common folk who probably still rested back home.