Per returning to the capitol of Rome, the city of Rome itself, there was a certain.. dread in the air. Rome had been full of riots recently, and without people, the only way to stop riots is force. Something no one particularly admired, nor liked.

Walking through the streets with others from his regiment, they camemacross a riot. People protesting the Emperor. The rioters threw sticks and stones at them, trying to get the guards to back up. It evolved into a fight, while not aiming to kill but definitely injured, they swept through the crowd, few casualties and more hurt.

In the last sweep of the town, one of the last person standing, he held the arm of a boy. 5, six maybe. He was scared, probably not even sure what was happening there. Tears filled the kids eyes.

"Wha...?"