Battle Armour
- The Room Experience TRME
- Apr 15, 2018
- 2 min read
My undergarment itched so uncomfortably, and I reached for my waist to ease the thick leather belt that held my body armour tightly against it.
“Marcus! Brother! Watch out!” Brutus, my longtime friend, screamed out a warning, and I looked up just in time to raise my shield for cover against the hordes of fiery arrows raining down from the sky.
As soon as the arrows stopped raining, I glanced towards Brutus and discovered that he was having a hard time warding off a trio bent on getting him.
Not so fast! I said under my breath as I covered the short distance between us and sent a hard kick to the leather-covered head of the one attempting to stab him from the back.
As the hard, metal-braced sole of my shoe connected with his skull, I felt, rather than hear, a satisfying crack as he crumbled to the ground.
One of the other two had noticed me and he jabbed forward with his spear, but I parried off his attack with a forward shove of my shield, raising my sword at the same time and hacking off his right arm.
In a matter of seconds, Brutus also had the severed head of the third man flying away from the body, which was dancing in agony.
He flashed me a smile. “Thanks for having my back.”
“I only repaid a favour” I winked, adjusting the bronze helmet on my head.
A sling-thrown, fist-sized pebble landing on my breastplate and another, bouncing off his own helmet informed us that the enemy’s offensive was still raging hot.
We looked at each other slowly, before he turned, sporting a half smile, towards the battlefront and screamed “Onward, Soldiers!” as he led the way.
I shrugged and simply dived, following him, into the trail of dust his quickening feet had roused, thinking, After you, Centurion!
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Later that day, after the deafening noise of battle and in the soothing calm of triumph, he would walk up to me and then grip my right shoulder affectionately as he uttered the words, “You fought well today, Amicus.”
And I would smile, placing my left hand over his right hand on my shoulder and wonder whether to tell him that it was all because of my battle armour.
(Ephesians 6: 14-17)
*Amicus is Latin for Friend.
©Veritas
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