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| Felix Legion advances... Black smoke fills the air... Fiery clay pots are shot from the catapults... |
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| The German barbarians turn to see the thundering cavalry attacking from behind... |
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| Maximus charges at a barbarian, slicing his head ... |
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| A German charges Maximus who is on the ground. He manages to slide past the oncoming sword thrust... |
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| He climbs to his feet, still stabbing at the wounded German, and collides with another legionary. Maximus turns towards the startled soldier... |
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| ...who stands there agape, as Maximus raises his sword in a feral scream... |
| He then recognizes the legionary as one of his own men... |
| ...and gives him a fierce smile. |
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| Soldiers running, wrestling with each other, crying as they struggle within the chaos of the battle. The clashing of metal as blade hits blade and bone is heard... |
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| Thank you Russell |