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stayed within the purview of the law, his father didn’t dare openly move against him. Looking at the guards surrounding him and his soldiers, Tiberius knew now that everything had changed.
    For his people, there was no greater crime than being a traitor, and yet in his heart Tiberius knew this was the path he must take to save his people. If left unchecked his father’s sickness would destroy everything around him. If he didn’t act now, the Imperium would be torn apart.
    Rounding the curve, Tiberius saw his walled domus come into sight at the end of the avenue. As they approached the last intersection, he caught Centurion Aquila’s eye. Giving the old bull a sharp nod, Tiberius activated his Wolf Gauntlets as they both backhanded the nearest guards next to them. Within seconds, the gauntlet of his right hand formed into a yard long tinnearlian blade as Centurion Aquila whipped the battle-axe from his back in one smooth motion.
    Punching out with his fist, Tiberius caught the guard nearest to him under the chin, effortlessly punching through the male’s thick skull as the Centurion completed his spin. A split second later, the wide blade of Aquila’s heavy battle-axe shattered the heavy shaft of the next guard’s spear, before slicing cleanly through the first guard’s thick neck. As the loud clanking sounds of heavy metal clanging into place reverberated throughout the narrow avenue, Tiberius’s bulls exploded into action as he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
    “Form up on me!”
    “Form up on me!”
    Turning around, Tiberius saw a guard rushing him with a heavy spear just as his left hand’s gauntlet completed its transformation. Lifting his arm, Tiberius blocked the strike with his scutum, which was a six foot tall and four foot wide tinnearlian shield.

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    Bashing the guard in the face with his shield, Tiberius stabbed again with his right hand. The blow completely lifted the male into the air from the force of the impact as Aquila split another guard in half with a double-handed swing of his battle-axe. Taking up Tiberius’s call, both of his contubernium leaders began forming up a battle line to either side of him. With their gauntlet’s transformation complete, their bulls followed behind them like a deadly wave lashing out at any guard within the range of their razor sharp blades.
    Everything seemed to be following Tiberius’s makeshift plan. There was enough confusion to give his soldiers the time they needed to get into their individual formations as he and Aquila worked on making the hole in the guards surrounding them even bigger.
    Hearing the sounds of battle, the stretched out column of Praetorian Guards struggled to form up in the close confines of the small avenue, but the explosion of death at the center of their lines forced the separated ends to draw back far enough away to reform. Unused to moving in close quarters with their new weapons, the guards stumbled around like new recruits as their own Praetorian Decanus and Optios beat them into something resembling a formation.
    Immediately Decanus Cornisus moved in front of Tiberius defensively. Raising a silver whistle to his lips, he blew out a shrill blast signaling his bulls to form up and ready for orders. Raising his scutum before him, Cornisus planted his hooves with his gladius held at the ready as his unit formed around him. Standing shoulder to shoulder, his soldiers lined their shields up with their leader creating a solid wall across the avenue as the last four bulls formed up behind them in a second rank with Centurion Aquila at the center. At the backside of the formation, Decanus Marcellus did the same. Within seconds, his contubernium had lined up shoulder to shoulder with their shield wall facing out the opposite direction.
    Tiberius didn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the absolute disorganized mess of the Praetorian formations around them. Unlike the clean-cut Praetorian Guards that kept order in the Emperors