The Germans were on their own. Charging down on Bronix had been a mistake. Taranis watched the big man struggling to keep ahead of the pursuing Germans. He had slowed considerably. His mouth hung open, gulping air, and his red mustache swayed across his face as he strained forward. It was hard to measure how important Bronix was to the Caledonian Celts. He alone had the Super Seduction Power to stand before the entire Roman army. If he were to die …. Taranis put it out of his mind … Bronix would not die. The gods would prevent it. The Germans had closed to less than thirty yards by the time the chariots swept by.
