Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

germanicus had built his stamina carefully over the years. when arsenio ran first he did not burst to catch the scarlet wolf. his strides instead widened bit by bit. he sought to slowly overtake the man. their canyon was wide and long enough to prolong the race.

at last he ran at the flank of the mercenary. the roman's voice rang out in a sudden laugh, joyous. rare. unused.

demigod arsenio would be. germanicus was content to be cupbearer to such a man for a time. his respect was great. and while for the sake of fairness he would require that arsenio work his way through the three cohorts, he knew the fierce fighter to be the most trained among his ranks.

onward he ran.