More and more specter's began to appear, two legions worth now. He stared coldly at Lucian, the blood and gore around him was nothing, the ground breaking beneath him. "You should not forget, I another man called himself a god. I saw end to him and to many more like him. Now, I have news for you Maria's alive, the Blackmoore's are planning a rescue. I give you a choice, go to Pluto in the underworld or drop the sword and ask I forgive you for this sin. If you attack then this night I promise to show you why I hate our kind. Why I reap vampires, why I will not rest until my Legions are avenged and anyone who dares threaten humanity is put to the sword." 

He raised the eagle, this time five Legions answers the front rows locking shields archers preparing to fire. These did not look like his normal ghost's they looked real, full of color and life. As if this call to action, the return of the there Praetor to lead them was enough. Yet strangely you can see that they are missed-matched, each Legion only at half strength as if there is a missing piece. "You call your a god, then let me show you the power of my home! Romans, forward, Mars guides our hands!" With that the Legion begin it's advance, Praetor himself stood in front he raised his shield and spun his sword and stepped forward giving Lucian the first attack.