Dawn brings mist that lays down heavy
The scouts return from the night's patrol
The traps and alarms set should give forewarning
They catch, or warn, they are not at all deadly
But night duty takes a toll
The summer sun will make the sky bright
Giving little comfort, at least it is quiet
The rest of the unit wake, and prepare
Continuing their fight against the rebels
And their violent messiah
They move further into territory of the tribe of the bear
Each battle causes losses
And they've been away too long from home
But the empire demands their service
And the frontier's security grows in costs
An empire cannot survive on bread and circus alone
Here there is only this partial legion and the tribe of Ursus
The warning traps are triggered
The camp moves with haste
The warriors of the bear are there
The guards are crushed as the tribe charges with vigor
Any fears that the Romans will pale are misplaced
They are equal to the Bear tribe in ability to create terror
Despite the attack the maniples of the Roman unit form up
The Bear tribe crash forward again with abandon
Despite the depravities, neither side pities the other
The combat is fast, brutal, and no tactical formations develop
This is battle, this is true oblivion
The grass is now wet, but not with dew, but something with crimson of color
