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<□>W□en news□□f an □nva□ing army rea□hed□A□□oria, Marcus was □he fi□st□□o v□□un□□er to □efend his□h□m□land. W□t□ his swor□ □n h□□d an□ armor □hining in the □unlight, he rode ou□ to me□□ t□e enemy on the battlefield.□The odds were against him, but Marcus's unwavering□r□□olve□gav□ hope□to h□□□comrades and□□□ruc□ □ear into the hearts □f his foes.