Time to show them what a real Roman is like! CHARGE!

Gathering the men, you proceed around the edge of the hill, crouching low. Peering through the grass, you can see that it's just as you suspected: there are about half a dozen men lounging around a small fire at the entrance to the cave system. They're not looking your way, but they are wearing rough leather armor and carrying weapons.

You turn to the men and grin. "Ready?" There are a couple of tentative nods, and one man whispers hoarsely, "Let's get those fuckers!" You chuckle.

"All right then...charge!"

You leap forward from the grass, {if Gladius Held = True}sword{else}spear{endif} held high, as you run toward the bandits, letting out a wild yell. The men you've gathered come behind you, yelling equally loudly, as the bandits start and scramble to their feet. As they grab for their weapons, your group crashes into them, and the battle is joined.

Time seems to slow down. Everything is chaos - screams, the sound of blade hitting flesh, flying dirt and mud. You manage to wound one of the bandits and grin to yourself. But then you see something that stops you cold: there are more bandits coming out of the cave. A _lot _more. Damn. You didn't think about that.

Just as you're starting to worry about that, the bandit you wounded lunges at you, grabbing your weapon. He headbutts you in the face and you lose your grip, reeling backwards. He tosses your weapon aside and lunges for you with the ax he's holding, and you feel a sharp pain in your head as you collapse to the ground. Your vision swirls...and then goes black.

You didn't think your ambitions would end here, in the dirt.