There was someone there. He could hear the footsteps heading his way. Scared to call out, for it could've been a barbarian, Gratus crouched down and braced himself, sword at hand. Quivering he moved to the side a bit, his body becoming one with the forest as weeds, hanging branches and thick leaves that helped cover his small body. He waited, hearing the thick footsteps approach. Surely it wasn't a roman, he would've heard armor clinking together. Maybe it was Marcus who may have shed off his armor, but Gratus did not want to give up his position, not until he found out who the person was.<br/><br/>His breath caught into his throat as a huge muscular frame of a barbarian stepped into view.<em>This man must be nearly as tall as a horse..as strong as an ox!</em>Gratus thought to himself as his body began to shake. The Barbarian was strolling along, obviously unaware of the roman hiding amongst the wildlife. Gratus gripped his sword nervously. Kill? Or Wait till he left? Suddenly he was forced with a decision as the barbarian stopped and stood there, as if trying to sniff something out.<em>Gods guide me.</em>He whispered to himself before he gathered his wits and turned the sword around in his hand, so the sword was facing down in a stabbing position.<em>Now or never...</em>With a bloody shriek Gratus pounced on top of the man, his knees locking against the mans hips as he raised the hilt high above his head and grasped it with both hands. Adrenaline had taken over his actions now as his scream never faltered even after he drove the sword home into the back of the barbarians neck.<br/><br/>Suddenly both were falling face first onto the ground, Gratus's head striking part of a nearby tree before things went black for him.