Instantly, there was blood everywhere.
Adara and Phoebus fought the first man, but he was fast despite his wounds, and when the other joined him, they began to back up, all along Prisca’s screams piercing the air as she threw herself upon her husband.
The men were about to press their advantage with Adara and Phoebus getting dangerously close to the ruined walls when a loud shout came from behind them.
The men turned quickly to see a burned man in a grey tunic running at them with a black gladius. The first of them turned to face him as he leapt over Numa’s body.
Lucius attacked like a fury, his gladius stabbing in and out, over and over, trying to find an opening like an enraged viper, but his opponent was skilled and he parried wildly, moving to a more open space away from the ruins.
