Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170206011509

The riders slowed to a canter as they approached, and stopped hundred fifty or so feet out of range. Too far to get off accurate shots in a short amount of time, but far enough to get back up to charging speed in time enough to run the outsiders down if need be.

The head of the Frumentarii's pack, rode the rest of the way towards the group, until he only fifty feet out, so he could shout to them. He wore a set of Mark II reinforced combat armour below his cowl.

"Halt profilgates!" The Frumentarii declared. "In the name of Caesar, you are to stand down and submit to our authority!" His eyes were shielded by the visor of his coyote cowl.