Romulus's Loss Of Honor In Ancient Rome

Led by Porcius, a short, unlikeable legionaire, the Romans ran down the twisting alleys, the Visigoths hot on their tails. Suddenly Porcius jumped through an open door, closing it as he ran in. Romulus, near the back of the group, swore under his breath. Romulus was a tall natural leader with the usual Roman blonde hair and sharp features. While his heart pounded, he saw his long time friend, Marcus’ black hair, unusual in Rome, bobbing in the middle of the group. Romulus had led a dozen legionnaires and veterans in an ambush against a small group of Visigoth troops. However, there was a large group of enemy troops nearby, and it quickly became clear they had to retreat.
It took a long time, but they eventually lost the Visigoths. All of the
Right now honor and duty are far more important than personal wants.”
“Maybe.”
Romulus was confused. Didn’t he see how important protecting the glory of Rome was? He sighed, “Let’s go.”
They fought all through the night and into the next day, trying to harass the Visigoth troops. Midway through the second day they heard whimpering from a corner. Looking over, Laurentius saw the source. “You,” Romulus said as he drew his gladius.
“Please no!” exclaimed Porcius. “I was trying to escape so that at least one person could help save Rome!”
“Legionnaires are trained to fight as a group, not solo! We’re meant to act like one sword, one shield! You deserted. You deserve no mercy!” Porcius coward waiting for the blow. Romulus let his sword fall. The cut on the cheek would leave a scar, but no major damage. “That’s more than you deserve.” Romulus said, an edge sharper than his sword in his voice. “Now leave before I change my mind.” Romulus left, not waiting to see if anyone else followed. They did without a word.
Romulus and the others crouched in the alley watching the scene before them. Visigoths were entering the mausoleum of Augustus, where the first emperors were