It was a cool night to fight. A blessing by god himself. But this fight. It must have been his own personal hell. As he looked to his side he saw man on the ground with a javelin in his throat. He was just laying there with blood seeping out from his wounds. I looked ahead just in time to block the sword flying at my neck. It was a broad sword. When his gladius met it's cousin there was clang of joy almost as if the to weapons of destruction were glad to be united. As the unknown barbarian raised the sword over his head to strike I slashed a huge gap in his stomach. The man let out squeal that only animals should make. As he fell to the ground with his innards sprawled around him like beast of prey a second man came to attack with a short sword and a little circle shield. As he parried the blow over his to the mans left he brought up his left hand and gave him a jab to the temple of his skull. As the man stumbled back I grabbed his sword arm with my free hand and brought my sword on on his wrist. As the man cried out I didn't was time in torture. I brought my blade to his neck and make a deep gash. As he fell I saw the rest of his comrades faltered. The rest of the centurions rallied behind me. I knew the battle was won.