Aeolus knew the plan, wait til the Persians struck the center line, then close in from the side. And that is how it went, Persians went into a wedge, trying to drive right through the line just to find the sides of the line close in the hit their flanks.

Almost perfect.

Aeolus found that the sides saw them swinging in, but if they had tried to raise an alarm, none had heard. And then, they struck, and hard. Aeolus and a few others of the front line had charged in, shield first through their ranks. Their shield rush had made some openings, the second ranks following in not far after, picking off those that had been knocked over.

That initial charge had done its job, and now the Persians knew they were surrounded and were beginning to fight back on all fronts. The fronts turning into personal battles, boiling down to epic combat.

Aeolus and a fellow Athenian had kept together, knowing their chances better in a small group. I'll have to learn his name if we both survive this. Spears were flying each way, their shields were being torn up from blow after blow, but the dead kept piling up...

And his companion slipped, probably on the blood that was beginning to cover the whole battlefield. Aeolus wanted to help, but sadly he couldn't, busy with his own battle. He could never forget the death cry that man gave, they had seemed invincible for a time. Aeolus became even more pressed, 4 on 1 were never good odds.

By Ares' own luck, Aelous wasn't dead immediately. His spear holding off a single Persian, his shield did atleast not breaking on him. Aelous' spear finally hitting home, giving him the chance to focus on keeping himself safe from the other three. Though, as if Ares had plans for Aelous, his fellow Athenians had already come and got the Perisans in the back. I may be able to see my wife and son after all, if Ares keeps this up with me.

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