St. Boethius
The Pious Philosopher
Argus watched as Alaric fell behind him as a defender. While he wasn’t too sure what the rearguard was the word itself was fairly self explanatory. After a little bit of walking Argus found himself outside modern gates that kept the public from entering. It was sturdy and Argus wasn’t sure if there was really a way in. He was about to ask Alaric if he could break it down when the doors opened by themselves. Wary, but undeterred Argus lead Alaric into the Coliseum. Argus headed straight for the open fighting area, what he figured would be the neutral ground for the exchange. The godling, stopped in the center of the ring and waited a moment for thier Roman counterparts to make themselves known.Alaric SwiftAlaric watched as Argus pulled the cart of bronze along the roads of Rome. "I don't have any special abilities, at least none I'm aware of." he said casually. "And I will try to be discreet." And he genuinely meant it. Not all missions required a straight forward approach. Sometimes it was better to slit a few throats in the night than to charge into a neighborhood, guns blazing, looking for a fight. While he might not have fully grasped what Argus meant by discreet, he was definitely going to try to be. Now all they had to do was find the Romans.
Argus had mentioned a Coliseum as the most likely location for the roman camp. Unfortunately for Alaric, these words meant very little to him. Having grown up on the battlefield, his knowledge of things like world history, mathematics, and science were seriously lacking. He knew how to find water in the desert, chart his location using the stars, and where to cut a man so he would bleed out. But his "family" were not big on teaching their little war machines about the world and so he remained ignorant. "I'll be rearguard for this mission." he stated as he fell in behind Argus, clearly not wanting to get into why he couldn't lead them to the Coliseum. It was shameful to lack such basic knowledge of the enemy.
St. Boethius
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