“Upon the shores of Alalia, are you absolutely certain?” the Consul demanded as he sat upon his armchair his eyes studying the messenger before him, he gave the action some thought before nodding and mumbling to himself he turned to the man clad in Iron armour before him, nodding once the man quickly left the room his hand resting across the grip of his gladius.
"Hard at the oars you men! Pullo put your back into it!" as the Republic fleet sailed towards the force to the South of the Island, the drums of war echoed across the horizon as the strong gust of wind pushed the ships of Rome between the Enemy's grasp, truly Neptune himself has favoured us today! As the barbarians fleet lays across the ocean floor!
“Sons of Mars! Daughters of Cybele the Senate of Rome we are at war! Against the wretched Carthaginians from the shores of Africa, be brave! Do not falter! Roman steel shall sail to the shores, burn their lands, and take their women! And triumph! For the Republic!”
And so the Punic Wars have begun, the sons of Mars shall not fail! Brave Romans to a man!