“You die now, Dragon, just like the horse lord,” Argentocoxus said coldly.
Coilus? Lucius struggled for control of his rage. “I’m not the one to die today.” Lucius took a step forward and it began.
The Caledonii attacked, and Lucius spun and stabbed. His blade found flesh, then bone. Then he pulled another warrior into a tree and the man fell with a crushed skull. The other three came with cudgels and daggers, but Lucius, ignoring the pain they inflicted on him, found the death he wanted to deal. He stood panting amid their bodies, their blood covering his arms and the dragon upon his cuirass.
Lucius pointed his sword at Argentocoxus. He could hear Dagon and the others rein in behind him.
“Kill him, Praefectus!” some of the men yelled, their voices uncharacteristically exhausted and pa
