Callimachus Slashed his sword at a Persian and blocking a powerful blow with his shield. His sword dug deep into a Persians chest before being torn out allowing an artery to spray him with blood. He could see some of the Persians realising what was happening and try and get away... They were to be picked off later when they had won this battle and were to be ignored now as was the command. A sword came down hard on his shield... A big tough Persian now stood in front of him. The sword came down again this time cracking his bronze coated shield, knocking him to the ground. He looked around for help with no sign of Miltiades. Callimachus quickly got to his feet and ran forward aiming a series of blows at the Persian who just brushed him off with a few little effortless parries. He knew he was in trouble.. BAM! The Persians sword flipped the shield away from his grasp... The sword then came down with lighting speed towards Callimachus!

Miltiades watched as Callimachus’s head flew through the air, “Callimachusssssss! Noooooooo!”
He ran forward with angry blows, the huge Persian hadn’t expected to see such a furious warrior....

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