The Roman Army.

They marched in hordes, their paces in synchrony.  They breathe, glower, and they all look the same.  As their opponents loom before them, fear settles in.  They shrink back in fear as red and metal settle in on them, pushing, shoving, slicing their way through.  What’s left behind is forgotten, as the army marches on.

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