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"Your men are incompetent.” Came a throaty, albeit hollow declaration as the severed skull of his latest hunt was vaulted across the canvas enclosure; a mess of flesh, matted hair and blood rolling to a stop at Caesar’s feet. “And this--” he punctuated via his movement into the tent, suggesting that the remains of the man amidst the dirt and sand on the ground had been the individual in question, “--this was a waste of my time.”
But even despite his ire, however, Lanius’ hulking forward shifted. The renown, weighty set of armour collapsed towards the ground in a swift motion--the action smooth and soundless save for the rubbing scrape of metal on metal as his knee pressed into the dry earth beneath his feet. To bow--no, kneel before the man he served; the one who gave him purpose. For it was Caesar that he served, and not the Legion.
“Permit me to train them to fight like men instead of the rabid, gutless animals they are.”