“Ernesto,” he said to one of the men in the front row. “Only the most respected and skilled men are put at the front... I remember when you broke through the enemy line at the battle of Zelts. Unarmed at that! I hope that you’ll be just as courageous today.”
“I serve the legion!” the man replied, striking his chest with his hand.
“Greb’dek, after each battle, your spear looks more like a skewer than a weapon. How many enemies will you kill today?”
“All of them, general! All but one! I left him alive for you!”
The legion burst out laughing.
Followed by Racker who held the legion’s banner adorned with a head of one of their enemies, Ash rode onward. The banner bore the picture of a demon devouring a screaming child. They couldn’t have picked better imagery to depict the Seventh Leg
