A sneer broke the stalemate.
“You got a death wish, motherfucker?”
The sergeant snarled annoyed. Angered by the persistent insolence of Maciste’s wilting glare. And confused. Goat-shaggers didn’t fight back. They got their arses tanned.
The sergeant snapped.
“Well, what ya waiting for? An invitation?”
Two of the guards leapt forward. One shoved Maciste in his solid chest .. it made no difference, Maciste didn’t move. The other grabbed his arm. A moment later Maciste had the soldier sprawling in the dirt. The first .. who’d shoved him .. got a punch to the jaw .. with a force that knocked him into the sergeant. Making them both totter backwards.
In an instant the other guards had their swords up. Spears pointed at Maciste’s torso. The guard who been sent sprawling had lumbered himself to his feet. Seeing Maciste safely covered by weapons, he reached at his scalp, twisted his grip in Maciste’s hair and tried to slam a knee kick into his guts.
Maciste evaded the blow. The soldier still had him by the hair. Maciste landed another surprise to his jaw. The soldier fell off bawling. Before he had fully recovered, Maciste was the epicentre of a wall of spears. From behind it the sergeant’s face appeared .. full of anger.
Maciste blazed his own anger into the enemy’s face.
“You know who you’re dealing with? A prince.”
It hadn’t been him inviting trouble.
“You know someone who gives a shit? Motherfucker.”
The sergeant answered back furious. Shit-shovellers should know their place.
The sergeant had shoved a soldier aside. He now had Maciste by the throat, the spears still were pricking at Maciste’s gut. Maciste grabbed him back, squeezed his wrist tight .. part defence, mainly warning. His glare saying this sergeant should let go if he didn’t want Maciste to break his wrist …….
The sergeant spat anger in Maciste’s face.
“Get this fucker outta here.”
Guards immediately had Maciste by the biceps again. The weapons hadn’t left his torso. He remembered himself. He was here to see their general, he should be cooperating. But these morons were pushing him ….. He still resisted the temptation when the sergeant’s grip on his windpipe tightened.
“You want to come visiting? You want to hang around? Have your fucking way.”
He spat a juicy glob of thick phlegm in Maciste’s face.
“Stick this arsehole in the pen. After duty, we’ll teach this motherfucker.”
He shook Maciste by the throat.
“Learn you some respect.”
Maciste was being yanked away.
“Tell General Tiradates .. Prince Menander wants to talk.”
Maciste shouted his words over his shoulders. Struggling as he allowed the grips on his arms to manhandle him away. A club thwacked across the back of the neck propelled him on his way. They really were pushing it ……!
“What you say, boys? You up for it?”
The sergeant ordered his men to make the peasant secure .. keep him penned up till later. With the prospect of some fun later.
“What you say we show this arsehole how his goats like it ….?”
His thrusting gesture with the hips brought a grin to his men’s face. Yeah, they’d be up for that. That goat-fucker was asking for it.
The blow with the club had ordered no more talk. Besides, he was wasting his time talking to such soldier scum. When he got to speak with Tiradates, their general would sort these timewasters out.
The taunting of the sergeant still pursued Maciste’s muscular back as armed enemy soldiers led him away.
“Gotta teach this motherfucker some respect?”