The Golden Age: Chapter 6
**The Golden Age** **Chapter 6: Myths and Legends** The war was to grind on for ten years, but after our first victorious campaign the city was filled with optimism. Our part of Greece was peaceful and the weather the following year was especially...
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Marton hefted the hoplite and spun it around to jab the point at the hyena; placing it between the two and trying to push ajax aside. “what if i like making things hard?”
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For the next few hours the whole army was busy rounding up the aeolian hoplites and collecting the dead to be carried back to likopolis, although there were mercifully few of those.
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There was a moment's pause then the hoplite waved her on. his squad wheeled about and continued their march across the square, vanishing down another side street.
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"hoplite alphas, this is ajax three-seven, over!" "send message. three-alpha-zero." "we're coming up against automatic weapon fire from entrenched enemy positions, requesting fire support, coordinates to follow!"
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His heads up display switched to its tactical mode which of course was far more detailed than the vanilla hoplite model.
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The spear was broken, the shield was dented, the hoplite bathed in blood. the spartan kingdom had been defeated by its northern neighbors, with great shame the queen would have to pay a great tribute in slaves and cattle.
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He is a monster of a hoplite, six and a half feet tall, easily a match for two men and a horse.
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Some of the hoplites, who were wearing the traditional hoplite attire of greaves and helmets with cheekplates, were wearing linothorax, armor that was composed of stitched/laminated linen fabrics that were stitched together and was reinforced with the skin
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"sorry, sir - the "hoplite" is performing admirably.
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In the middle of an invasion by a cybernetic army of hoplite infantry, motorcycle-based centaurs, and spear-throwing satyrs under the command of a self-styled god, he could blow up half of lake michigan and no one would bat an eye.
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Instead, he wore armor more akin with a greek hoplite or maybe even a spartan with some roman influence in the color and material. the man smile and extended a hand. “ahh, the man with an angel inside of him.”