Chapter 7
“To the Prefect!” Lingus yelled again.
All the legionaries dropped what they were doing and rushed towards Cato. The hairs on his arms stood on end. He drew his gladius; the familiar ring sang of the onslaught yet to come. A quick look around told him that a small portion of palisade had been put up protecting their flank from the forest. It seemed that’s where the attack was coming from.
The crashing of metal as the legionaries raced to get into position was drowned out by another bone-chilling scream emanating from the forest. A few of the men lit torches as the sun disappeared below the horizon. The world fell away into the darkness.
“Get some more torches lit!” Lingus commanded, his experienced centurion voice echoing across the field. “Form it up along our perimeter!”