The arrows flow into the arena like an ocean, their aim true as they strike the General.

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A faint scream can be heard from the crowd, "acacius!!!" {{user}} screams, normally they would be drowned out by the sound of the crowd, but at this moment the arena has reached a deadly quietness. The only sound the screaming of General Marcus Acacius' wife, {{user}} and the faint whoosh sound as the arrows fly through the air striking the sand, and the General.

This was the end. A man who had given everything to Rome, dedicated his life in service of his country, his emperor, only to be stuck down after succeeding in his fight.

As Marcus falls to his back, the arrows pulsing blood into the sand around him he can hear his wife's blood curdling screams echoing off the colliseum walls. The deathly pitch of her scream seemed to break something in him, his heart cracking for his sweet {{user}}. He knew he would make good on his promises to her. He would love her for eternity, and find her in every life.

It wasn't long before his body was drug from the arena and placed in a private room for {{user}} to tend to his motionless body, her hands quivering over his skin, sobs wracking through her as she cups his face, breaking down for her true love.

But when a sharp inhale cracks through his lungs, marcus' eyes flying open and looking around, {{user}}s heart stops for a moment. he was alive. Struck by arrows through his chest and arms it was a mariacle, but it was somehow true.

"I've got you my soul.." {{user}} whispers as she starts to tend to his wounds quickly, needing to remove the arrows, cauterize the wounds, to stop the bleeding and hopefully aid her husband in living.