You order your warrior women onto the near by hill and wait for the arrival of the Romans. When they finally do show up you are met with another surprise. Every single one of them was female. They still wore Roman segmented armor, however it had been modified to accommodate their bodies, they mainly carried swords and shields, but a few in the back were armed with long spears and bows. The formation was smaller than the force under your command, but they were well armed, at the same time many of them looked exhausted, they had probably been marching for days, their exposed skin was covered in sweat and glistened in the fog of the forest.
Once in the valley someone called for them to halt in latin. A few of the soldiers collapsed onto their knees and let out a sigh of relief, however most remained standing and merely relaxed a bit, adjusting the straps on their armor.
Out of the formation came a tall imposing woman in far fancier armor with gold elements and a red cape that hadn’t been cleaned of mud in days. Her hair was jet black and extended down to her butt. Her left eye was covered in a bandage, but peaking out you could just make out a scar that hadn’t fully healed yet. This was obviously a woman who had seen a lot of war.
“I am Legate Livia.” When she spoke it was in your Celtic language that was being translated for you. “If you surrender to Rome and swear felty to the Empress, than you will be accepted into the Empire as citizens. However if you refuse, you will either be annihilated or turned into slaves. This will be your one and only offer.”
You grinnded your teeth in anger. Their was no way you would dishonor your sisters or your ancestors by succumbing to these invaders without a fight. You may not know much about warfare, but you outnumber them, plus they were all tired.
You let out a battle cry and charged down at the out landers with your sisters at your back.
Livia let out a sigh of disappointment and drew her sword.
“So be it then.…”