Each man was frozen in the face of what they had just witnessed.
“Kill them!” Daxos yelled. “Centurion, kill them now!”
But it was too late. The barbarians’ white bodies went grey, and black fur sprouted from beneath their skin. Muscles bubbled to triple the size of each, and before the Romans knew it, they were facing three massive lykoi.
The red eyes seethed with hunger and hatred, and then a howl to break any warrior’s resolve rang out. Everyone instinctively covered his ears and it was then that the lykoi unleashed their savage attack in three directions.
“Watch your flank!” Gaius yelled as he turned his horse to the right, staying in front of Daxos. He let his black pilum fly and it grazed one lykos, extracting an angry, pained yelp.
In the centre, Vitorix had jumped to the groun
