The war cry given off by the Marcomanni war bands startles even Flaccus' battle line. Beating swords and axes on shields and screaming at the top of their voices they start to serge forward slowly. As they approach a small wood, Pleaderadocarex rides forward to view the field beyond.
On the far Left of the field the freed slaves start their advance. Being lightly armoured and carrying only light weapons, they cross the marshy ground quickly and with little difficulty.
The slaves work themselves up ready for battle. Many are old warriors, who are willing to risk their lives in order to live what they have left in freedom.