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Cato cursed as his cloak snagged on yet another branch in this godforsaken forest. He'd left his mount some ways back with the idea of secrecy in mind. Mostly he was sure the poor beast would end up as ground-meat if Cato decided to ride in all heroic. He figured there were still a few traps his...

Frantic yells followed by clashing steel greeted the mercenary captain as he arrived at the year. Horses and human corpses alike scattered the ground ahead. The first wave of cavalry clearly had been decimated. A ghost of a grin crept onto Cato's face. Greedy bastard really thought he could run...

Cato nearly lost his balance tripping over some poor sod's corpse. He stumbled forward, right into a pair of unscrupulous bastards. Steel flashed as he deflected one attack from the next. His blade nicked the neck of the first as he spun and caught the second in the side. Both of the cunts fell...

"Oh you dumb cu-" swore the mercenary as the other began to run in the opposite direction. Cato couldn't blame the man for wanting to run, but he was still going to shiv the scarred bastard if he caught up. Aye, there were no archers but most of their group was still spent. There were some...

The Blackshields set off towards Oakcross after making their preparations. Cato only had a handful of men with him while the rest of the squads were out making mischief. He knew that with the Second running the van, there weren't likely to be any problems in front. It was their usual haunt after...

"Few can," he muttered as everything went to shit. Steel rang as Cato deflected an incoming blade. He lashed back with a quick strike of his own, sending the man to earthen floor. Blood-slicked hands struggled for grip as he set himself for the next bastard who wanted his head. His dual blades...

"Why go through all the trouble? Sway a hip and half my lads would've swam across the fuckin Strait for a sniff of quim," quipped Cato glibly. Everything Quintus said just scared him shitless. The man went from talking about children's tales to dragons to bloodlust. Sellswords liked to talk...

"And here I thought almost dying was supposed to knock some sense into you," the mercenary retorted with a cynical chuckle. "Good man, Wat. Not many in this business would bother." Gods know I fucking wouldn't. Lad didn't need to know all that though. Last person that'd shown Cato any kind of...

"Should've just bloody shivved myself," cursed Cato, loud enough for anyone in earshot. Blood dripped from cut near his ribs and another on his left arm. Luckily neither were too deep but that wasn't likely to last long. He only had to look up to see a bunch of cunts hungry for his head...

"Might be underselling it a bit," Cato said with a chuckle as he took a seat. The lad was young but seemed like he knew his way around the business. Probably had seen a proper scrap or two. Most didn't make it past their first. Never really got easier. You learned what jobs to take, and which to...

"'More like to convince the Goddess to wet your cock but I wish you luck." Cato gave the stocky man, Wat, a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. The mercenary's words were surprisingly genuine. Mostly cause he was one of the dumb bastards that agreed to this thrice-fucked rescue mission. He knew it...

I am always a fan of doing mercenary things. Would be down to have Cato at least the initial rescue plot.

"Always ready to help, my lord." More accurately, Cato answered the wagon full of coin that arrived at the 'Shields headquarters not a week ago. The mercenary captain barely kept the other cohorts at bay. The entire company had practically been drooling. 'Course as Cato was on the road, the...

There was a sickening crunch as the pommel of Cato's blade broke the nose of the first unfortunate bastard he came across. The man wasn't in pain for long as another sword was lodged firmly in his gut moments later. Cato unceremoniously yanked the blade out and turned to the next aggressor. He...

"Make us sound like such villains," he quipped with mock hurt. "Though think that's about the nicest thing that's ever been said about us." The Third had a dubious reputation to say the least. Not everyone fought their battles in a respectful manner. If his enemies weren't going to, then why in...