I looked around to see what was happening, catching sight of several men in felt caps and glittering mail armor. More appeared from over the rise until there were about two dozen of them, double the count of Spartans I was with.
The Spartans formed up and charged ahead in unison, while two of these Immortals, whoever the hell they were, drew bows that were shaped a bit like Poirot's mustache in Murder on the Orient Express. I was fairly certain there was a name for those things, but I couldn't think of it just then. I was more than passingly worried about being skewered at that moment!
One of the Immortal guys loosed his arrow, and it sailed between Aaron and me.
"Shit!" said Aaron.
"My sentiments exactly," I replied. "These Immortal guys are apparently thinking that we're with these Spartans!"
I ducked down in the sand, trying to present a smaller target to the enemy's two bowmen.
"I'm not exactly liking that name of theirs. Immortal? Do you know who these guys are?" I asked Aaron.
"I think they're Persians, if my 300 movie knowledge serves me..."
"300? Is that the one with Gerard Butler and the six pack squad?"
"Yep."
"Well, shit! I get to go to the real life version of that deal, get shot at and am probably about to die, and all I get is a bunch of dudes in armor? Hello? What's with the shirts and stuff? Where's my male eye candy?"
Another arrow landed in the sand an inch in front of me.
"Kate, I think we've got bigger fish to fry right now..."
"Okay, okay..." I said, still annoyed that I was being cheated out of my muscle show. I guess their arms were pretty nice...
"Kate! We should help the Spartans. The Persians think we're with them, and they're outnumbered. Helping them might be our only chance! This is life and death here! Quit thinking about Gerard fucking Butler!"
Aaron charged ahead, running in a crouch as another arrow soared over his head.
"I only wish I could fuck Gerard Butler. Instead, I'm just fucked!" I muttered under my breath, then I followed behind Aaron, not sure what I was supposed to do bare-handed against a bunch of armed and armored soldiers...
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