KuppaMijo

Julius Caesar: The Ides of March Indiana Never before had a heartbeat stretched so long. He had seen many men fall.  He had seen men pierced by arrows, struck through with blunt swords, trampled beneath the wayward hooves of the determined cavalry.  He had seen men fall victim to festering yellow wounds, draw their last shaky breath as they lay stricken by illness, waste away as their fading strength failed them.  Many, many men had fallen, but he had not.  The end was nigh, and it was too soon.  Far, far too soon. There was a knife between his ribs. He had heard tell of it.  Heard of men being accosted by their enemies in the shadows of