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Here boy.
Come on.

Go.

Come on.
Here, come on.

What is it?
What... what is it?

Go on. Go get it.

Go get it, boy.
Go! Go!

Boy!

Boy!

Boy!

Boy!

What do you think?

Seems quiet.

Few people live
in the anymore.

So I'm told.

Well...

I for one
am glad to hear it.

Gods are angry.

Really?

Cold, windy.

Clouds never lie.

Then here they are
always angry, no?

Plenty of savages

that need to show
their appreciation.

Sacrifice would go
a long away.

In Pescara one year
we sacrificed three goats

at the end
of winter.

Had the hottest summer
the oldest can remember.

- The wine that year...
- You only remember that

because of the wine.

The gods know it.

That's why
they sent me here.

Hold!

Take a moment here.

I had a vision
from the gods last night.

Any day now,
I'm going to be a father.

- You'll be there.
- It's easy to say.

- The further we travel...
- We'll be turning back soon.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Brother,
we track four soldiers

who set out with a message
for the Pict king

and his great army.

He was meant
to be camped here.

Further we travel,
the less convinced I become that

- this Pict army even exists.
- What do you mean?

Four days on foot and we
haven't encountered a soul.

Tell me
you don't find that strange.

No campfires,
scouts, nothing.

Perhaps Ima guided us
safely through.

Her job is to either
find our missing men

or the enemy
that killed them,

not lead us
safely past both.

In some ways,
I'd feel safer

with a dog
ahead of us.

At least you could be sure
a dog is loyal.

How far
have we come?

We must be close.

It feels strange being
this far from the wall.

- I think so, too.
- Since arriving

in this land, I...

I've not yet
found my bearings.

I mean,
none of us know each other,

we're poorly equipped,
no horses.

Keep focused.

This is the land
of opportunity.

A fine chance for you to make
a good impression on Domitius.

If the men
we're searching for are dead...

two were of rank.

There's no way that Grackus
and Nerva will be promoted

any more than
they already have been.

I was with him
on the boat on the way over.

Neither have
what it takes to make Centurion.

Heed my words.

Let us impress Domitius.

Sir.

How much longer
are we going to be out here?

Until I'm convinced
Rome has nothing

to be concerned about.

And we have news
of the missing men.

Something to say?

There are
four missing men.

They could be anywhere.

Soldiers of Rome
don't just go missing.

Especially when they carry
a message from Rome

to the king of the Picts.

We haven't even found
any peasants...

let alone
this great mythical army.

They're not looking
for peasants.

Speak for yourself.

With peasants come
new young women.

It's been four days.

It's almost getting
to a point that...

I could teach you
a thing or two.

And she'd cut
your balls off.

Keep your eyes open.

Your relationship
with Domitius...

it's very unusual.

A man of his standing,
forming a friendship

with a former slave.

I make no offense...

but it is unusual.

No sign of this army.

It seems
the council were wrong.

We should turn back,
Domitius.

Missing your bed already?

I would hate my report
to your superiors

to have to include
mention of the...

reckless endangerment
of your men, Domitius.

Every day
we're away from the wall

is another day
we may suffer the same fate

as those we seek
obviously have.

This could be
looked upon unfavorably.

Sounds like Augustus
is missing his Roman spirit.

We will rest here.

One more day,
then we head home.

This is as far
as they could have got

before they would have
turned back.

You can thank Augustus.

He's struggling.

Thank the gods.

I'm so hungry.

Everyone needs
to eat.

I have never known anyone
eat as much as you.

I am a Roman.

Eat like Caesar,
fight like Caesar.

Sorry, what was that?
Fat like Caesar?

Careful whose name
you take in vain.

We don't want the gods
to curse us with snow.

Talking of food.

Vinicius,
prepare the fire.

Liviana,
prepare the meat.

And Nerva...

a spot of wine.

You seem
to relish giving orders.

Only for wine.

Especially for wine.

I'd like
to scout on ahead...

make sure it's safe.

Makes the most
of the light.

You need to eat.

I can take
food with me.

Very well...

- but not far.
- Yes.

The ridge up ahead.

I've come there many times.
They may have stopped there.

I know it.

And Ima?

Thank you.

Why do we not
stay there tonight?

If our men
were taken captive...

we would be wise not
to follow in their footsteps.

That is why
we have a scout.

Hey.
Stay safe.

You need to relax, brother.

You confuse me.

How so?

I thought you said
she's not to be trusted.

We still have
to look after each other.

We work better as one.

She's not been
a scout long, I heard.

They say she joined
only three weeks ago.

Sounds like you've taken more
of an interest in her than me.

Know your enemy.

Hold on.

Are we still
talking about Ima...

or your wife now?

I'm done, brother.

When we get back I'm requesting
being moved to training camps.

Are you sure?

I don't want my son
to grow up fatherless.

I want to be
there for him.

How my father
was for me.

If I were as skilled
with a sword as you,

I wouldn't be worried.

It's not the fighting
I fear out here.

It's the unexpected.

Trust in the gods.

Trust in the gods.

Let us appease
Bacchus, then.

More wine.

Bacchus will be greatly pleased
with me when I...

Be ready, men.

- What's happening?
- Quiet.

Augustus...

Salvius.

On me.

Form up!

Salvius!
Look to Augustus!

Form up.

On me.

Come on!

Please.
Don't kill me.

Please!

You're all right.

We need to get back.

Is that it?

They're still
out there.

They're too scared
to come here.

You saved my life.

That's what brothers do.

We'll move camp.

Gather only
what you need.

Travel light.

Back there.

That happened
to my people once.

To my mother.

Another tribe did it.

I was young.

My fault it went wrong
because of that.

What is that?

Travel light, he said.

Well.

I won't be wearing
that chainmail again.

It's Pict armor.
It's rather good.

I take whatever
the gods are offering.

Hey.

Should anything
happen to you...

I've got my eye
on your shield.

What in the name of Mars
could have done this?

- What have they done to him?
- They?

The Picts
wouldn't have done this.

He's an elder.

Here to ask the Highland winds
to protect their warriors.

Well, he didn't do
a very good job, did he?

He did not deserve this.

You disappear
and we get attacked.

That's an unfortunate
coincidence.

I am Germanic,
not Pict.

You seem to know
a lot about Picts

for one who pretends
not to be one.

This man
wasn't just killed.

He was ripped
to pieces.

How could anyone
do this so quickly?

There may have been...

more than one of them.

Perhaps.

But of what?

It doesn't make
any sense.

There are footprints, but...

But what?

Footprints of animals,
wolves...

Men.

They've made allies
of the wolves now.

You can't trust
the wolves.

Can't trust a Pict.

- Or a Germanic.
- Enough.

Whatever it was
that killed this man

is obviously
a danger to us all.

You say there may be
more than one?

It couldn't have
gone far,

and it will surely leave
a blood trail.

I say we track it.

The full moon
is a good omen.

The gods are happy with
our slaughter of the savages.

We should track
this group of wolves and men.

Perhaps
they're a rival tribe.

- That is unlikely.
- She's covering for them again.

If the Picts have wolves,
they will be hunting us.

The tracks suggest it.

We are Romans.

We do the hunting.

Whatever it is,
we need to see it.

We must know
what it is.

Salvius?

You and Augustus head back
to Aurelius and Lucius.

Keep the fire alive.

There's a good soldier.

Never hurts
to know your place.

Blades only.

We need to move quickly.

When we return...

I could approach
the council.

Have Nerva reprimanded.

When you look at me,
what do you see?

I'm sorry,
I don't understand.

I think you do.

Do you see
someone who is free,

a soldier?

Or a slave?

I'm just trying
to help you.

Nerva may be
a lot of things...

and I'm sure at times
he still sees me as a slave.

But when we draw swords...

make no mistake,
we are brothers at arms.

Just offering you
my assistance.

I think we both know
what you're trying to do.

I take my orders
from Domitius.

Try and curry favor
with someone else.

Don't look so upset.

We took a beating today,
but they still tasted metal.

We'll get another chance
to prove ourselves.

And by Jupiter...

when that chance comes,
we're going to seize it.

What was it?

When they feed
the Christians to the lions...

in the Colosseum,
sometimes...

they end up looking like
that poor wretch back there.

Why would it
tear him apart like that?

- Sport?
- Might be rabid.

Rabid or not,
he's not met me yet.

Lucius! Grackus!

What kind
of animal is that?

Looks like
the claws of a wolf.

Quite similar,
but not.

It's too big
to be a wolf.

And what wolf
walks on two legs?

What do you mean?

Well, this animal,
whatever it is,

walks on its hind legs.

How could you
possibly know that?

There's no
overlapping prints.

Never seen anything
like this before.

A bear?

It's too small.

I wasn't asking you.

She's right.

Too small.

Do you think
it's what killed the old man?

Well, look how deep
the claw marks are.

This thing,
whatever it is...

moves with speed.

It's, um...

What, Grackus?

It's very similar
to a man, but...

not.

It doesn't make
any sense.

Move.
Move!

I told him
not to shout!

Shields.
Perimeter.

What's happening?

Something attacked us.

- You saw it?
- No, it knocked me

- to the ground.
- What did you see?

- I don't know!
- What do you mean,

you don't know?

You cried for help.

It was so fast,
and... and...

horrible,
and just a blur!

Where are the others?

They chased after it.

Hold.

I think
I hit it.

We take this beast down
for the glory of Rome.

For our glory!

- It looked horrible.
- I don't understand.

Why didn't it attack?

It did, fast and ferocious.

They swung at it
and Salvius stabbed at it

and then it ran off.

It knocked me on to my face.

I dropped my sword,
my shield.

I barely managed
to pull my pugio free.

I rolled, I stabbed,
it screamed and it rushed away.

Before I knew
what was happening

we were alone
and he was screaming for help.

Did you hurt it?

I think so.

It drew blood.

Hold.

We must pursue it.

If it's bleeding,
there's a good chance

we'll be able
to follow it.

What about those men?

They must make
their way back here.

We should help them.

Their orders were
to stay here.

We fight together as one.

We stay together.

And if this is a trap...

we are not walking
right into it.

Aren't we already
standing in it?

Stoke the fire.

- But we...
- We follow his orders.

It's there!

Lucius!

It's still just a beast,
whatever it is.

A beast that managed
to rip a man apart

and drag his guts
all over this forest

before we even realized
what was happening.

Domitius is right.

It could be savages

playing tricks on us,
trying to get us to split up.

Whatever attacked me
was no mere trick.

A pack of wolves
will often try

and make the weakest
of a group split off

so they may
hunt it more easily.

I want to go after those men
as much as any of you.

But Domitius is right.

We must stick together.

Perhaps this is the fate
of our missing men.

Either killed
by Picts or...

ripped apart
by their beasts.

This is not how Picts fight.
I think...

You think what?

We all noticed how we got
attacked when you left.

So, what do you think, huh?

Ima was scouting.

I know exactly
where she went,

and I'll hear
no more on the matter.

We stay here tonight.

We stay awake.

And we stay together

and I want
an orb formation.

This requires
the orb formation?

- The orb...
- I know its purpose.

Daybreak will be here shortly.

Grackus.

All right.
Orb formation on me.

On me.

We need your spear.

Wrong place, wrong time.

The soldiers do not
trust you right now.

- And you?
- You're alive.

If I didn't,
you wouldn't be.

You may be
sentencing me to death.

Give me
at least a pugio.

I pray
we are both wrong.

And I shall return it
to you in the morning.

- Grackus.
- Ready, sir.

As soon as it gets light,
we move out.

Do you really think
there may be more than one?

That would be my guess.

Don't worry.

Hunting
is our specialty.

Aurelius!

Let's get back
to the others.

It's a wound.
Nothing more.

I scared it off.
We can make it back, come on.

It's coming.

Feels damn good to be in
this formation now, doesn't it?

Stay focused.

May the gods be with those men.

This reminds me
of my first battle up here.

When we fought
the Pict king in the open.

They ran and hid.

They drew us
into an ambush.

The Picts were ferocious.

Had we as many men as them,

it would have
still been a fight.

But to be so outnumbered...

Wave after wave
came at us,

their painted faces
snarling in the dark.

They chopped us down
one by one.

But we battled.

But as our soldiers fell
to their barbaric army,

I honestly thought I might
not live to see another day.

A legion came to our aid,

but not without
loss themselves.

The thing that saved us
was the orb formation.

Orb formation! Orb formation!

Come on.

Orb formation!

Come on.

Come on! This way!

Hold your positions!

The Gods are probably
laughing at us,

back in it again
only a few weeks later.

We'll drink to.

- When in Rome.
- When in Rome.

When in Rome.

Domitius.

We shouldn't be
laying here in wait.

We should be out there
like the warriors we are,

hunting this thing
and helping those men.

This somehow feels...

cowardly.

I agree. We are Rome.

We are Rome,

and as Romans,
we do as we're told.

Exactly.

Swords!

Ah!

What was that?

Stay calm.

Ah!

Reform.

There's more than one.

- Ah!
- Ah!

I swear
I hit the bastards,

but my...
my blade is clean.

There's no blood
on mine, either.

Then strike harder!

Salvius, where did you
strike it to draw blood?

I don't know.
I just lashed out.

Whatever it is,
it's too quick.

Not for me.

Aim for the neck
and under the arms.

Always soft spots.

There!

Vinicius!

Hold! Liviana, hold!
Liviana, form up!

No, no! Form up, Liviana!

We could help, Domitius!

Hold, Nerva! Stay close.

We cannot match
these things one for one.

Take this.

Form up.

At first light
we're getting out of here.

Form up.

Three dead.

One dead.
Two missing.

Three dead.

A little bit of snow.

And that thing
is still out there.

The gods are watching.

Whatever that thing is,

I swear I will kill it.

You and I both, brother.

Why did it do that?

Why did it leave him there?

It can move faster
without him.

We all gave chase as one,
and it must have taken flight.

Even rabid animals
rarely look for a fight.

What does it
want with us, then?

What beast is struck
but doesn't bleed?

Not a drop.

What now?

We've seen enough.

We have to head back
to the wall.

We're not leaving him here,
not like this.

He deserves better.

He's dead.

There's nothing more
we can do for him now.

- All the others...
- What would you know?

We have to burn
or bury him.

The gods demand it.

This is ludicrous.

We don't have time
to bury anyone.

We need to...

I'll stay and do it
on my own if I have to.

Not on your own.

Domitius.

- Liviana is right.
- But...

It would not be wise
to anger the gods right now.

I will not allow you
to look for the others.

But you may
bury your friend.

We must make
for open land soon,

away from the forest.

That thing
may still be around.

Nerva, Salvius.

On watch.

There was more than one.
I swear it.

I'm sorry
I couldn't save you.

But I swear to you...

when I find whatever it was
that did this,

I'm going to carve
your name into its chest.

Goodbye, my friend.

Until we meet again.

May Mercury
guide you safely.

May
judge you fairly

You never expected
to find this, did you?

What's on your mind?

You came with me
in a heartbeat.

I know you'd do
the same for me.

It's not
a difficult choice.

That's why I regret
asking you.

Domitius.

You know something.
What is it?

Come with me.

We were sent
to find our men,

the four messengers sent
to talk to the Pict king.

A message was sent to offer help

because we had received
word of a sickness

- amongst their men.
- A sickness?

This is not information
for common soldiers.

They are not common soldiers.
They are my soldiers.

Rome offered a peace
with the king,

knowing that whatever sickness
had taken hold

would leave them weak.

Makes sense.

Why not let them suffer,
then simply destroy them?

That's not the Roman way.

We offer peace first,
war second.

Join us, or fall.

If the sickness was bad
we risked infecting our own.

So you all volunteered

to find out how bad
the sickness really was.

And why our men hadn't returned.

- They could have fled.
- Antonius led the group.

He is like a brother to me,
a perfect soldier.

I can assure you,

had the council not asked me,

I would have volunteered
to look for him.

When we were ambushed,

Ima had gone to where I thought
they may have camped.

I found nothing
but this ring, and blood.

It belongs to Antonius.

Lots of it.

That's Roman.

That means they're dead.

Which means
we're in the middle of a trap.

We've been taken for fools.
There is no sickness.

That was obviously a ploy
designed to bring us out.

Perhaps.

Perhaps these beasts
are the sickness.

I have heard of such things
happening to men...

By Venus, you'll be telling me
they'll grow wings next.

They are the teeth of a trap

laid by the Pict king.

To draw the legion
into open battle again.

Humans rarely use traps.

Kings rarely live in fields
surrounded by sheep shit.

In my experience,
they surround themselves

with far fouler smelling things,
such as yourself.

So our men
have died in vain.

Lucius and Aurelius
may still be out there.

Vinicius was the greatest
fighter here.

If he couldn't survive...

What you said earlier,
Liviana...

that we may be surrounded,
could be true.

We are either in the middle
of a trap laid by a king

or in the middle
of some kind of sickness

that's making beasts
become men, or...

The other way around.

We need to move out.

We must get word
to the wall immediately.

And what do we tell them?

What we have seen...

that the sickness is real,

that there is no peace
to be made with the Picts.

Finally,
some sense from you.

Let's move out.

This is fucking freezing.

What's wrong?

Thought I saw something
in those trees.

Eh. Probably nothing.

Just on edge.

Stay on edge.

It's a good way to be.

I have a hunch.

Those things...

will attack us again,
probably at night.

Just a hunch.

Eh.

What are your intentions?

What do you mean,
my intentions?

We are three days march
to the wall.

It's my intention to get us
there as quickly as possible.

I was talking of the beasts.

We must keep moving.

Stay as far away
from them as possible.

And even if we make it,
what then?

The ninth legion will come up
here and deal with them.

I think we have
another option open to us.

- Which is?
- We capture one.

What?

We use the six
as our own weapon.

These beasts, men,
whatever they are.

- Think of the benefits.
- Benefits?

If we can train them
to fight for us

or even unleash them on our
enemy, as they have done here,

we would have power
beyond measure.

- Fight fire with fire.
- Are you insane?

I'm probably the only one
thinking clearly here.

That thing took us all on.

We barely survived.
It's a gold mine.

It's a mighty weapon
from the gods

to destroy the Picts
once and for all.

Look behind me.
What do you see?

We lost three men yesterday.

We are not enough
match for them.

Not like this.

Not today.

We march for the coast
and down to the wall.

Would not it be quicker
to go straight south?

Too treacherous.

At least with the river,

we have one less side
to worry about.

Your idea?

Good.

Is it bad?

No.

You are getting slow.

Looks like
the gods are angry.

Hold!

Take a moment here.

Is this what you
expected, Grackus?

What?

When you got
the order to come to Britannia.

That I remember
like it was yesterday.

I just got back
from the Germanic wars.

I was expecting a promotion and
a station in Rome for a while.

As I walked along, everyone
came up congratulating me.

It's true.
One after another.

And then he approaches
me and he asks...

..."What's everyone doing?"

And I say, "Congratulating you."

"For what?"

And I couldn't help myself,
so I just roar it,

"Britannia, brother!
Britannia.

We are being stationed
in Britannia."

I thought
I was being promoted.

And then he said...

"If being promoted

is being pissed on
by the gods each day

and being sent to the only place
in the entire Roman Empire

without their own wine,
then yes.

You have been promoted."

I was so angry.

"By Orcus," I said.

"I don't believe you,

but if you are right,
I'll grow a beard."

And here we are.

Lonely place to live.

Who would live here?

Someone who can stand
on their own two feet.

Looks deserted.

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

Who's there?

- He's blind.
- Blind,

but not deaf,
young master.

He could have the sickness.

Not sick, neither.

Just blind.

We mean you no harm.

but we could do
with something to eat.

A moment's rest
on a long journey.

You smell funny.

- We are Romans.
- Ah. The smell of shit.

Easy, old man.

Come.

Eat with me.

I don't have much,
but will gladly share.

If it's death or taxes,

I choose taxes.

I shall wait out here.

You have lost men?

What makes you think that?

Romans are always
in groups of 10, are they not?

You would know about that?

Perhaps.

We were ambushed.

He knows something.

I do.

You carry with you

what they need
to defeat the sickness

that plagues these lands.

What do you mean?

I can only tell you
what whispering scouts

tell an old man in return
for some bread and shelter.

I am sorry
for your friend.

He was a good soldier.

So were the others.

Did you know them well?

They only came up
here last week.

You should wash also.

The old man was right.

We probably do stink.

You should eat.

I will.

I don't blame you...

for not trusting me.

It's beautiful here,
isn't it?

Beauty can be deceptive.

This land is our enemy.

At the last full moon,
a young man was attacked.

He was being nursed back to
his health and he began to fit.

- He started to change.
- Change how?

- Do something!
- I don't know what else to do!

- He became like the beast.
- This is quite the story.

You said you know
how to kill it.

Only what I've heard.

Please continue.

Farmer's son changed

and attacked
the workers on the farm,

one of whom had a Roman dagger,

a pugio he had found
some weeks before.

They thrust it into it.

Where did he strike?

- His chest?
- I swear I hit one in the chest.

What happened
to your back?

My brother.

It's complicated.

I have a sister, too.

We used to get
into all sorts of trouble.

Do you ever
see your brother?

You ready?

It's not where you strike it.

It's with what.

- The pugio.
- It's laced with silver.

I think he's lying.

What reason
would I have of that?

Because this smells
like a trap.

Luring us here,
keeping us talking...

Grackus,
calm yourself.

I say
we kill him now.

You probably
have not worked out.

That the moon being
at its fullest

gives them
their greatest power.

You probably
have not worked out

you're doomed.

I'll show you
who's doomed, old man.

Why are we sat here,
listening to an old man ramble?

Enough.

And for your words,
wisdom, and food...

we thank the gods.

We have a beast to kill.

- What are you doing?
- I smell it.

- What?
- Hope dies like

a vineyard in the frost.

The mere scratch is enough
to plague a man's heart.

This evil comes from Germania.
From the Black Forest.

A curse on the son of a Roman

who killed a baby wolf
and shouldn't have.

There is an evil
that lurks in the Black Forest.

It lurks there still.

It took my eyes...

made me listen
as the world screams.

What are you
talking about?

Curses? Black Forest?

This old man says
he talked with Picts.

Perhaps his story
is the trap,

forcing us to fight
with daggers.

I'm sure you're used
to a much smaller sword.

What was your
private word about, Grackus?

Just more ramblings
from the old man.

We should have killed him.

His existence
is surely punishment enough.

Death will be a salvation.

An existence
shrouded in darkness.

Surprising words
for a slave.

Former slave.

I bow to subjects I can relate
to more than a man

who thinks
salvation is nothing more

than a pouch of wine
at the end of his night.

Think she's getting us confused.

Would you like some water?

Spare me your pity.

Pity?

I was trying
to help you.

What could you
possibly do to help me?

Let's be honest
about this, shall we?

I don't belong here.

I don't belong
with these people,

and I certainly
don't belong with you.

Then why did you choose
to be here?

I didn't choose.

The council
chose for me.

I voiced
my reservations,

which fell on deaf ears.

If I'd have known the situation
we find ourselves in...

What is it?

Stay here.

Are you insane?

It's probably nothing.

But I have to make sure.

Call the others!

And attract
more attention?

But what if
it's the beast?

My screams will let
everyone know it is coming.

This is insane!

What are you doing?

Waiting for Ima.

She said she saw
something in those trees.

Sir!

And you let her go in there?

Alone?

She told me to.

- What kind of a man are you?
- What's wrong?

Ima said she saw something

in those trees,
and went to have a look.

She disappears.

We best be prepared
to get attacked.

Grackus?

Is that wound
still bothering you?

It's fine.

It's just a wound.

Nothing
to worry about.

We need
to move out.

We need
to stay together.

The things
may be out there.

About time we rid
ourselves of her.

Domitius.

What do you think
about using our pugio

instead of our swords,
like the blind man said?

When I plunged my sword
into one of these things

and it doesn't die,

then I'll use my pugio,

and not before.

I think
we should use the pugio.

It worked
for me before.

If you say so, then I shall.

These things move so fast.

They'll be on us
before we have a chance

to even change
our minds,

let alone our weapons.

We should keep moving.

What about Ima?

She shouldn't have gone alone.

May the gods
watch over her.

Swords!
Quick march! Move! Move!

Nerva, Grackus,
bring up the rear.

Shields!

Run!

- Run!
- Run!

- Run!
- Run!

What now?

The old man said
they can be killed,

so if these things
want to fight,

we'll give them one.

Smartest thing
I've heard all day.

Night is coming.

You got a better idea?

You're free to go
if you want.

Salvius,
surely you must...

Agree with the others? Yes.

Stay close,
stay together.

If they come, we fight.

We should run now.

Run for our lives
and not look back!

- Ima!
- She's close!

The whole forest
would have heard her.

- He's right.
- We have to do something.

Domitius.

It could be
using her as bait.

And since when did we
ever see her fight?

This is a trap.

We need a decision.

Summanus warns us
violence approaches.

We continue
for the wall.

Ima! Hi...

Quiet.

I need
to get out of here.

What are you doing
with a Pict?

Shields!

- Swords!
- It's Augustus!

- Where is he?
- Dead.

We can't know
that for sure.

That was a scream
of a dying man.

You know it.

I know it.

We've both
heard it before.

Many times.

- Grackus!
- What's wrong, brother?

Nothing.

He was hurt by those things
when we were in the orb.

As was I.

Remember what the blind man said
about the farmer's boy.

If you are injured
and not dead,

you will change.

That's if what
the blind man said was true.

Grackus!

We need to get
to the wall.

All of us.

There's at least
two hunting us.

I can smell them.

We need to get
to the wall.

You're not going anywhere.

Run!

We need to go.

Run!

Go!

- Move.
- Make me.

Make me.

Get out of my way,
brother.

You don't want
to do this.

Don't make me kill you,
brother.

Go after them
if you must.

I'll bide you
as much time as I can...

Brother.

You were always
the better soldier.

And you,
the better man.

When find ourselves
in Elysium,

The one with the fewest kills
pours the wine.

Imminent death,

thinking of wine.

We're going to need
a good drink after this.

They keep biting me.

Wolves are away.

It's because
they want us to turn.

Kill me, brother.

It's the only way.

Kill me.

Domitius.

All we can do now
is make our way to the wall.

The wall is our only chance.

- We won't make it.
- We can!

Domitius.

The wall is at least
a day away.

We have no chance
of making it.

When night falls,
those things are going to be

even more powerful.

We need to face them now,
together.

Salvius is right.

Neptune has blessed us.

We can follow the river
all the way to the wall.

But what now?

If there are too many,
we all die.

If there are only a few,

perhaps we can
fight them off.

We will draw
their attention.

We must fight them
here and now.

Form up.

Mars,
exceeding in strength,

chariot-rider,
golden-helmed,

shield-bearer,
savior of cities,

harnessed in bronze,

strong of arm,
unwearying,

mighty with the spear,
defender of Rome.

Aurelius?

That's Aurelius.

There's another!

This is for Vinicius!

That's Lucius.

Let us go.

Grackus said
two were tracking us.

Two are dead.

Ima!

The sun is almost set.

More will come soon.

Your wounds, Domitius.

You did well.

Who are you?

I'm Ethnie
of the Attacotti tribe.

Are you fighting
with these creatures?

We do not fight
with wolves or beast men.

They cannot be trusted.

Much like Romans.

Then Rome
must earn your trust.

May this be the start.

And you must kill me...

before I turn.

Domitius.

Can you make it
to the wall?

They must be prepared.

Let all know
how to kill the beasts.

I think it's time...

I went to Elysium.

Give me a clean death,
Liviana.

A soldier's death.

Why was Ima with you?

She saved me.

The beast hurt you.

The women don't change.

Your friend said
she had been hurt many times.

It's true.
I... I saw her scars.

We will make it
to the wall.

I will guide them safely.

For Rome.

For an end to this curse.

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