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Dec 29, 2019 20:11:23 GMT
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Post by Naevia on Aug 15, 2019 18:03:03 GMT
“Don’t you dare pass into the afterlife, Agron. Do not give those cunts the satisfaction.” Naevia hissed in the man’s ear. He was slumped back against her as she road the horse back to the temple and the medicus. It had meant to be an easy mission but they’d been taken by surprise and if they didn’t get to the Medicus soon then Agron might bleed to death on her.
Crixus and Agron clashed so often but that didn’t mean that she held no love for the man. Besides, the blow to both Spartacus and Nasir would be great if he left this life.
“Speak to me, anything. Stay awake and do not let the life leave you.” She urged, digging her heels in and forcing the horse onwards. “Speak of Nasir, of Duro, home. Anything. Curse Crixus's name if you must!”
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