"Incredible! These mercenaries are truly legends! They've earned their reputation as the heroes who marched to Persia and back!" exclaimed a soldier, his voice rising over the cacophony of the battlefield.
"Look at those slingers! They're my brothers from Rhodes," another chimed in, pride evident in his tone.
"And we Thracians," said a warrior from the rear, "just watch how accurately we hurl our javelins! If I didn't have this heavy armor, I'd grab a spear and join them myself!"
The admiration spread like wildfire, reaching Drakos, who stood near the front lines. His fingers tightened around the leather strap of his round shield. With a fiery gleam in his eyes, he muttered under his breath, "Come on, you Lucanians! Let's see how you fare against us!"
