Bloodied and perforated with wounds, the courier knelt before the might Caesar with a bloody grin on his lips. Unlike his legion, the bald man was a man of reason to some extent "So after I bless you with my mark, you silently hijack the cotton cove raft, infiltrate my camp in disguise and fight till you can fight no more? why? A resourceful man like you would have whatever he wished for and yet you fuck it all up, why?"

The courier gushed more blood on the ground "I am a dead man either ways. Been diagnosed with terminal cancer for quite a while. You see, I have been a… bad man; I killed, raped, stole the poor and even festered on flesh so I figured out i gotta redeem myself one way or another."

"By mindlessly charging at my camp?!" anger was written on his face.

"No… by being a mere distraction."

Thumbs down you son of a bitch!

The courier had his face painted by Caesar brain cells among other things as Boone's .308 bullet rendered Caesar headless. The legate who was silently idle by Caesar's side quickly severed the courier into an upper part and a lower one in moment of rage "FIND THE-"

His golden mask was partially shattered apart by an explosive round. In his last breath, the courier finally saw the untamed beast behind the mask. His sprite had departed a snap later… he only wished to stay alive for another second to witness the fate of Lanius.

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Written as a fifteen minutes- challenge for a dear friend of mine who was anti-legion. Soo any complains about how short it was would be throw along with the burned man. i might write another follow up from Boone's perspective if given enough supprot from you dear reader.