"COMMANDER!" Adam called out to Marcus. he didn't turn around to look at him but wondered why he was still here. Looking at Marcus, Adam wondered how the man was still standing. He was exhausted and covered in wounds. Although none were lethal, most men would have collapsed by now.
Marcus didn't turn to face him, but he knew that he couldn't let an opportunity like this go to waste. "LEAD THE AMMARY TROOPS! ITS GONE TO SHIT! IT ALL COMES DOWN TO YOU!" Despite his slurred words, Adam understood. Marcus blocked an attack each time his enemy's sword got closer to his body as he struggled to find his strength after so long. Adam gritted his teeth and nodded to himself, pushing through his rows of men to where he was ordered to go.
