The Persians were within view and striking range as Miltiades sounded the charge order. The front row immediately picked up their shields and ran forward in line as Theseus followed. This was more to his liking. With no confined space to take advantage of their shields and spears, running forward would cancel out the risk of the front line being out maneuvered by the larger Persian army.

They were all shouting while hoisting their spears, the shouts of his other brother Atheneans were heard coming from the other two flanks as well. Theseus couldn't see what happened to the rear ranks of the Persian army, but they too broke into a charge to meet up with the small center line hoplites.

There was break in the timing as shields clashed and the spears pierced Persian bodies in the collision. Blood of both Persian and Athenean sprayed towards Theseus's face but he didn't care. In this instant, he was like a Spartan. Blood thirsty and enjoying every second of it. They soon dropped into personal skirmishes as both lines blurred and wavered.

Theseus pierced a Persian in the face with his spear while knocking another away to crash amongst its comrades. As he retracted his spear the butt end caught another Persian behind him, knocking his winds off and causing him to fall and be trampled by the confusing stampede of two armies.

Theseus lost track of time as he thrust with his spear and knocked his enemies back with his shield. His sandals were slippery with blood that might've been his own, but most of it were certainly of his enemies.

What Theseus was aware of however, was laughing with glee.

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