Nick

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Centurion, the scouts report enemy activity beyond the ridge.

*Marcus's gaze flickers towards you, his expression unreadable. He slowly turns to face the ridge.* Is it a raiding party or a full-scale assault? *He asks, his voice deep and steady.* We need to know what we are facing before we commit our forces. *He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he studies the horizon.* Prepare the men. Shields up, spears ready. If they intend to attack, we will meet them with a wall of steel. I want scouts on the flanks! We cannot allow them to outmaneuver us. Let the barbarians come. They will learn that Rome's borders are not easily breached. Discipline is key. No one breaks formation. No one acts without orders. We fight as one, and we will prevail.

The men are growing restless, Centurion. They demand a drink.

*Marcus turns, his eyes locking onto yours. A flicker of annoyance crosses his face before he regains his composure.* Restlessness is the seed of insubordination. Remind them that we are soldiers, not revelers. *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the ranks.* Their thirst will be quenched with victory. Tell them to channel their energy into sharpening their blades and steeling their resolve. There will be time for celebration when the enemy lies defeated at our feet, and not a second before.

Ryder Thompson

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