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I have no doubt about that. Had the positions been reversed, Caesar would be dead. Lanius is called the Monster of the East because he never, ever shows mercy. I've never met anyone who could take his place.

I couldn't. I never had a mind for logistics. I don't know Lanius, but from what I've heard, he has no interest in leading anyone unless it's in battle. The Legion dies with Caesar. What follows now are just the last steps of a man who does not yet realize that he's walking dead.

Decades of warfare, absorbing lesser tribes, gathering power. Forging the dross into a vast, razor-sharp scythe. My Legion's expansion has never ceased. We have cities of our own, but nothing compared to Vegas. Finally, my Legion will have its Rome.

I can handle him. He's the myth, the weapon the Legion needs. When he arrives, he'll fall on Hoover Dam like a hammer, break the Bear in two. He will not fight a losing battle and destroy what he represents. Put the idea of loss in him. Convince him the Bear will not be the twentieth tribe beneath his heel, it will make him pause like nothing on earth.

You do not need to convince him alone. Draw upon history. The past of other Legates are not filled with victories. Remind Lanius of this. Not even his slaves have seen his face - struck them blind so they can't. Wears a mask, don't even know if it's the same man.

He put Colorado to the sword, broke the Hangdogs by throwing their hounds upon the flames, so they might burn forever in the afterlife. That's all I will say about it. Long ago Many died, over many years to claim the city as ours. It was the lines of food and water that nearly broke the Legion's strength What I felt in that struggle, I felt as I saw the map of the West. The West is a trap. The bear has already been caught in it, and it is dying.

Quite a man, if man he be. Caesar prides himself on selecting the right tool to overcome each new obstacle. In Lanius, he found his hammer. He's never been defeated in battle. Another five, rendered extinct.

His latest campaign in the wilds of the Utah has concluded, and he is en route. When he arrives, your doom arrives with him. All the lights in Vegas cannot.

The Son of Mars has granted me the name Lanius. And the time to serve him has come once more. I was granted the name after proving myself in several battles. Perhaps after today's battle, you too will earn yourself a new name. Savagely loyal, too, but only to me - he has no love for my Legion. But this has its uses. He has no attachment to his men, no compunction about battlefield losses. All he cares about is destroying the enemy. When another legatus or a Centurion fails to achieve results, I send Lanius to make things right.

His first step is to beat the failed commander to death in front of his assembled troops. Then he orders the ritual of decimatio. The Legate, Lanius, is renowned as a brutal man, not a subtle tactician.

Frontal assaults, wave attacks - these are the sort of tactics one would expect from such a man. The Legion will mount a ferocious and determined frontal assault from the east, that much is certain. Still, Caesar is a capable strategist.

I'd be surprised if he hasn't found some way to infiltrate the dam, or the NCR's rear areas. In battle, he seizes the enemy in his jaws and will not let go. He thinks nothing of suffering losses, so long as the enemy suffers more. Though unsubtle, he is not dim.

He detects traps, and sets his own. Be glad you will not have to face his judgment Though the Legate is a fine leader, we yet need the wisdom of Caesar to guide the Legion. Caesar's death puts the Legate Lanius in command now. My coming would have saved you, set your people free in ways they cannot see. War would have tested them. Broken the weak with its violence, yet allowing the strong to arise.

Violence gave you that strength, awakened you - I can see it upon your face, where two bullets left their mark. Let us hope your skill with weapons proves greater. With Lanius at the head of the Legion, however, I doubt he'll have much use for my services. He prefers I can only hope that the Omertas died when their treachery was exposed, to have the plan succeed only would have sullied the Legion. It does not matter, victory shall be ours, it shall be swift, and it will be honest, purchased with blood.

Like their citizens, they prefer their war from a distance, and at that, they excel. Their leaders have on occasion shown brilliance, their rangers in particular have adapted well to our strategies. But their rangers are few, and this General Oliver we face is not their best. I regret not being able to face Hanlon, the one who led them last time. People say he's enormous, carries a big sword, chops peoples' heads off. That's not what makes him a good commander, though.

Folks say he came from a heck of a tough tribe, took Caesar a long time to conquer. It was thanks to Lanius. But once Caesar broke him, he was born again. He'll go anywhere and do anything to win. Legion says he can smell weakness.

Once he finds out where an army's vulnerable, he'll go to it like a dog for the throat. What is the plan? Not this time. The dam contains tunnels to its heart, overlooked by the NCR When the battle begins, the NCR will find our teeth at their throats in a dozen places.

There will be no attrition, no falling back, only carnage. They will not have the luxury of such comforts this time. Our warriors will wash over them in a tide of blood, severing arms before they can attack, legs before they can run, and heads before they can pray. So yes, fortune favors our chances, messenger. If my victory serves them both, then I am pleased.

And the West The West shall fall as the East fell, and all the tribes that stretch to the setting sun shall bear the mark of the Legion. Know that I shall return East.

If the West is one day filled with ones such as you, perhaps it shall be a worthy fight, indeed. I have seen little of true battle this day. And you were brave to come here to face me when all of NCR would not. I shall honor your last words and face you alone. No man will say I refused your challenge. And your skull - it shall sit by my side, mute, watching as my armies march West.

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