Marcellus gripped the hilt of his spatha as he watched the battlefield unfold from the cliffs above. In what he could only call an act of foolishness, Yazdegerd had sailed a large section of his army into the Italian heartland, in the hopes of removing Marcellus from his throne of lies.
Naturally, being so far away from the rest of their forces. This did not end as the Sassanid King had intended. Currently, The Eastern Roman Army, along with their Persian allies, were trapped between the shores of the sea, and a massive shieldwall belonging to the western roman army.
In preparation for this war, Marcellus had taken a policy of quality over quantity. Because of this, his soldiers were equipped with vastly superior armor. Though this may not sound like much when compared to the sheer volume of troops Yazdegerd possessed. When combined into the force of a proper legion, this was truly a significant advantage.
