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Livia stood behind the wall, squeamish at the following battle. There wasn't a chance that she would back down, that was certain. Her courage would have to suffice. August, on the other hand, stood on the wall and looked over the Ylissian troops that were at a fair distance. He held his javelin with anticipation. The air was filled with dread, though the ragged bandits were undoubtedly overconfident. Whether that was an advantage or not had yet to be seen. But August was imbued with a loathing for the feral degenerates outside the city. They brandished their weapons in pride. As a veteran, August knew the bandits carried no true honor, which drove his indignation. He looked down to Livia, who stood below him. She nodded over to the Valmese soldier with conjecture. Neither of them spoke, knowing that doing so would bring the attention of the Ylissians. Livia took on a fighter's stance. She raised her sword and held a confident scowl. August simply inhaled the fresh air, before the scent of blood could permeate it.