by Molly McFly » Wed Feb 17, 2016 12:47 am
The van containing Molly and Tosh swove through the streets as they tried to avoid the chaos around them.
They had avoided the Celtic warriors, but had nearly run into some Roman ceutrions, marching in an ordered manner, up a side street. At the moment, they were ducked down in an alley, with the sounds of combat all around them.
"OK. OK.
OK.
OK, what do we do?" Molly asked.