It was one of those, if it is too good to be true then it probably it, moments. Augustus, looking scrawny and tiny would be dumb to take on one soldier alone, much less the army.
If he wanted suicide, wouldn't it be better for him to fall on his own sword? Pius stood his ground, observing the young man, "Would your village stand by those vain words?"
Augustus sighed, "Drop the weapons."
Immediately his voice fell, most of the soldiers behind him dropped their weapons to the ground, glaring into Pius' eyes. Leaving Augustus standing alone with a raised brow.
One of the soldiers of the enemy force charged straight at a defenceless village militia, but he was crushed under a sudden pressure, turned to a bloody meat paste in his armour.
Tyrott stepped back seeing that, and Pius scowled. The other soldiers stood still and no one else dared test if that would happen a second time, and the atmosphere was silenced.
