“Hey, Pullus!” Arctus shouted, while he and Petraeus dragging the exhausted noxii towards a middle-age man. They were in a camp. The man was wrapping the wounds of another hoplite. They dump her in front of him, and his patient was terrified. Frantically, he stood up and kept a distance from them. Some blood and bruises on her head and she was still in a concussion.
“You’ll settle this crazy kyon! He’ll be all yours!” Said Arctus.
“Wait a minute! Those wounds. He needs a healer and I’m not!” The man replied.
“He just bite off a healer’s nose! Non dare to deal with this crazy s**t!” Arctus replied.
“Hey, I’m Pullus the coward! Don’t give me difficult tasks! I can’t handle it!” The man retaliated.
“It’s Madam Arete’s order!” Arctus argued.
“Well, she won’t be able to join the frontlin
