Alerio hurled the spear. Immediately regretting the loss of his second weapon, he prayed."Nenia, Goddess of Death, if it's my time, come for me quickly."Attacking a pair of long spears with his short dagger was going to hurt and add to Alerio's collection of combat scars. And only leave him injured, if Fortūna smiled on him. If not? That's why he prayed to the other Goddess.This should have been the easiest, most luxurious duty a heavy infantryman...