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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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