He ran straight forward, his men following him an instant later, adding their cries to his. Just before he reached the enemy Cato’s mind was blazing with crazy rage and he sensed a current of energy, like fire, coursing through his veins. As he swung his sword in a quick cut at the nearest man, small, dark-featured and terrified, Cato heard himself cry out in meaningless rage.The man threw an arm up, fingers snatching towards the hilt of Cato’s sword as it swept towards him. The edge of the blade crushed the man’s hand and swept on and down, shattering his collar bone as it cut deep into his shoulder. He cried out in fear and pain, and Cato wrenched his blade free and thrust the man aside as he looked for his next foe. On either side his small force had ploughed into the enemy and were cutting and hacking at them in wild abandon, screaming and shouting all the time as they were caught in the bright red glow of the flames and the leaping shadows of other men.

Cato fixed his glare on a broad man with a long dark beard. He carried a heavy curved sword in both hands, and as soon as he saw that the Roman had singled him out he swung it over his head and rushed towards Cato. The side of the blade gleamed a fiery orange as it caught the light of the flames, then it was a blur as it arced down towards Cato’s head. He knew he could not parry the blow. It would mean certain death to even attempt it. Instead he sprang to one side, colliding with another man, and both fell, sprawling on the ground. The curved sword thudded into the ground at Cato’s side, striking sparks off the edge of a small rock. Cato lashed out with his boot, feeling the nailed sole strike the man’s wrist hard.With a cry of pain the Judaean loosened his grip and the heavy sword dropped to the ground. But before Cato could strike a killing blow, the man he had collided with threw himself on top of Cato, desperate fingers tearing at his throat and face. Cato’s sword hand was pinned to his side; he clenched his left hand into a fist and smashed it against the side of the man’s head. The blow made him gasp, but he clung on to Cato with gritted teeth and his thumbs clamped down on Cato’s windpipe with agonising pressure.

‘No!’ Cato growled. ‘No you fucking don’t!’