Post by castus on Aug 15, 2019 17:40:17 GMT
It was the fourth Roman encampment that they had raided in as many days. Only travelling squads rather than Crassus’ full legion and whilst they had decimated all they had found, they hadn’t yet found the group that the Roman’s had snatched.
This day, Spartacus led one of the forces west and Crixus led another east, they would meet again at a villa they had claimed as base and the hope was they would be celebrating the captives return.
Castus was in Crixus’s group. Before they had gone their separate ways, he had sworn an oath to Nasir that if Agron was here then he would bring the man back to his heart or die trying and he had meant it.
Castus was in Crixus’s group. Before they had gone their separate ways, he had sworn an oath to Nasir that if Agron was here then he would bring the man back to his heart or die trying and he had meant it.
And now, as he killed several Romans and burst into a tent that was clearly the squadron leaders, he found Agron unconscious, naked and bloody.
Looking around, the tent was otherwise empty. The scouting party's attack had, seemingly, interrupted whatever humiliation torture tactic they’d been attempting to use to make Agron talk. Castus didn’t doubt that Agron hadn’t spilled secrets. Agron never would, he would die instead. He nearly had.
Agron’s chest moved very shallowly but it did indeed move. Shedding his own cloak, Castus tied it around the man’s waist tightly before scooping him into his arms. The General would thank him later for not exposing his nude, vulnerable body to others.
“I may not be the voice you wish to hear but I have sworn an oath to Nasir that I will return you to him or die trying, do not dare fight me on this one.” He said to the man before carrying him out of the tent and calling out to notify Crixus of his discovery. "Give me sign you hear me, Agron."