The suffering in its maximum expression. For a moment Third it thought that it could not resist but, but luckyly for him, somebody shouted apparently calling to the ejecutador, that thirsty of blood was direct to its following prey. The worse thing already had happened. Finally the agony paused, recovering anxiously the breathing and alleviating that heartrendering tension. Although its leg shivered of the pain, for some reason could support it in silence, perhaps attenuated by enormous tension that it accumulated in his body after to have received that torture. What I made to deserve this? perhaps the Fortune has given me back? Third was being delirious by the pain and the frustration. There being thrown like a dying dog next to brave Romans who died in combat, its life did not have sense. But their senses followed alive, something denied to Third to stop.

While their entrecerrados eyes looked for La Paz, silhouettes were crossed to him. Already if to concern nothing to him Third it focused his glance, descrying to clearly to about three men to meters of him. They did not see him because they were occupied in an energetic discussion. They were so close that it even could see them in detail. Well they were armed, with firm armors in his chests, and two of them holding his helmets. One of them had a special presence, showing a semblante of authority against the other two.

Its proud face reflected decision, but also coldness and hardness, mainly by the band that used in its left eye. Third was paralyzed for a moment, remembering the shouts disturbed that it before the battle. They kill the one-eyed! They kill the one-eyed! The type more hated and feared for Rome was in front of him, the person in charge of all this tragedy, all pains and sufferings. It is Anbal.

Author: Jackie