Rameil had cuts all over his body. His arms were tired, and his surroundings were covered in bodies of friend and foe alike. Looking at Cassius before him, he could tell the man was in an equally terrible state. The two had gotten lost in the battle at some point, but after the adrenaline rush they used to fuel their fight wore off, they realised how exhausted their bodies were. It was a surprise to Rameil that he had collapsed yet, and each time his body told him to give up and collapse, he heard Octavius's orders in his mind.
'Stall. Stall them for as long as you can. You don't need to win, and you can run if necessary, but stall.' Taking that order to heart and pushing git to the extreme, Ramiel led his Templars to hold the choke that Cassius was rushing into and held the line firmly, only falling back once. He didn't know how many of his Templars died, but he was sure it was less than the number of men Cassius brought.
