To suddenly awaken was something most definitely odd. Kytell could have sworn he’d always been this way, as he tried hard to remember the groggy past that belonged to him. For a weird reason, he felt like he had been asleep for a while. A long while. Kytell grunted as he stretched, checking his bow and his arrows. Everything was just as he recalled it had been. 

Octavian, his commanding legionary had made hast to put him in the ranks of his soldiers, and to send him out ahead to ensure there was a clear space for the rest of the troops to assemble their ranks into. The objective was to ‘overtake the night guard’. Kytell didn’t know who the night guard was, or if it was some kind of army. Maybe a special name for some group of Huns or another barbarian. Kytell skipped along the weirdly colored floor towards a huge man in odd apparel. 

‘You’ll know him when you see him soldier’. 

[i] Zues’s beard I recognize him. How in the name of the gods is he so—[/i] Kytell’s eyes locked onto the other men that were his size. They were tying up the man. 

‘There’s also another enemy out there. They’re simply dressed, have strange head wear, and talk like fools.’ 
Kytell had been warned about the cowboys as well. The roman archer’s sharp eyes zoned in on one of them. They’d pinned down the large man to their own stand, where they were firing up something..Kytell cupped a hand around his ear. Something called an iron horse. Kytell couldn’t imagine what a horse made out of metal would do to the man unless it was as big or bigger, but then again, running on a checkered colored floor and seeing giants meant anything could happen. He made a loud whistle to the scouts behind him. The space was clear for the army to arrive. Kytell thus set his eyes on the small female figure in the distance—the only one who wasn’t screaming at ‘The night guard’~