Shield after shield clanked together in a tattoo of defiance of the enemy. I saw her and I knew, at that moment, we were the same. Many ways out, her porcelain face, guarded by locks of red hair looked at me, she knew who I was. We are the same. Different creatures to those that scurried around us. She turned away and began to address her army of barbarians in, their thirst of blood against us Romans was infinite. We, however, we a finite force in the ass end of the world. I was a centurion back then, my strong build protected by fine armor and leather, my horse hair plum danced in the cool morning air. My cohort was in the dead center of our force, auxiliaries and cavalry on our flanks in the narrow gap where we stood. Behind was a forest and before us was open plains, to our flanks were gorges. They did not stand a chance, not when fighting Roman legionnaires on their terms. She turned to me again, her voice loud with her battle-speech, “ But now,’ she said, ‘it is not as a woman descended from noble ancestry, but as one of the people that I am avenging lost freedom, my scourged body, the outraged chastity of my daughters. Roman lust has gone so far that not our very persons, nor even age or virginity, are left unpolluted. But heaven is on the side of a righteous vengeance; a legion which dared to fight has perished; the rest are hiding themselves in their camp, or are thinking anxiously of flight. They will not sustain even the din and the shout of so many thousands, much less our charge and our blows. If you weigh well the strength of the armies, and the causes of the war, you will see that in this battle you must conquer or die. This is a woman’s resolve; as for men, they may live and be slaves.”Her eyes were cold pits of unleashed fury, she hated me, did she think I was traitor to our kind? I don’t know. I never had the chance to converse with her. Her name still brings a smile to my face, even though in this day and age, history of our wars are lost. Boudica, the embodiment of hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.Ice:If you were to stop time to enjoy an activity, what would that thing be?Probably eating. Or maybe have a moment with a gf or something. Play video games or just talk.