Today's OneWord: Legion

King Henri's Fourth Legion had swarmed its way across the Dead Savannah for the past three months, leaving rotting carcasses and the last screams of the dying behind them. The soldiers ignored the smells, or if they didn't, they breathed the odors in deeply as if admiring the perfume that they had created with their swords and axes. As every other battalion had crumbled against enemy forces, the Fourth Legion pressed onward, the heat baking the once shimmery silver surfaces of their shields.