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Anyhow, on with the story....
Come summer, Lucius Rex and the remnants of his people and army were hiding in the mountains. Papus was in absolutely no condition to pursue with his legion, so he spent the previous few months rebuilding the city and re-manning his severely depleted units. However, Roman morale remained high. The Senate was extremely pleased that Lucius was driven away, but still concerned that the Etruscans may escape again. Every scout sent to the mountains - save for one - never returned. The one that returned was merely the man's head in a basket, dropped off at a guard post in the thick of the night. Papus was enraged by this, but again, the realities of the situation had to be recognized. He was simply too weak to do anything about it. Nevertheless, the Romans were in good spirits.
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Lucius and his commanders held a council of war and only one thing was concluded: the fight must be at Arretium. There is no turning back. Either stand and die or take the fight to the Romans. The latter was unanimously chosen. Preparations for the attack began in the morning and was decided to be two days hence.
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"They're coming, they're coming! The Etruscans are coming from the mountains!" the rider said as he burst through the city gates. "MAN THE WALLS!" shouted Papus to his commanders, and the call was echoed throughout the city. Everywhere you could hear the clanking of metal and the shuffling of feet and horses and donkeys. Papus himself manned the parapet and saw the Etruscans approaching...a mere shadow of what they once were, but determined nonetheless. The Romans were confident, but they knew that this would be the penultimate battle. As Papus donned his helmet, he knew that his life was on the line. Should he fail, he'd prefer to die in battle and not fulfill what he guaranteed the Senate...
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The Etruscans attacked with everything they had...with brutality and desperation. At the climax of the battle, Papus saw Lucius' standard amidst the chaos and headed straight for it. Lucius saw him and immediately dismounted his horse, taking down a few Triarii that ran at him with the grace, elegance, and skill of a warrior king.
Not a word was spoken as both men knew that words had no place in this situation. This was a fight of honor....to the death.
In the warm, mid morning summer sunlight, these two men in their magnificent dress battled as their swords flashed in the sun. Not a soldier on either side dared to interfere.
For what seemed like hours, Papus and Lucius battled. Papus blocked a powerful blow from Lucius that drove him to one knee and Lucius kicked him down to the ground. Lucius, thinking that his adversary was defeated, went in for the kill and as soon as his guard was down, Papus thrust his sword straight through the abdomen of Lucius. Papus saw the terror in the man's eyes as the sword dropped from his hands and he stared at the blade going straight through him and uttered "Ego rite celebrata..." (I am finished).
At this moment, the remaining Etruscans seeing their king dead, threw down their arms and surrendered to Papus. As Papus retrieved his sword from the dead king's body, he sheathed it, and the Romans cried out in victory.
He declared that there will be no further bloodshed and that survivors shall be spared as ".......They were Romans now."
Papus and his legion returned to Rome and celebrated a triumph with people crowding the streets and a grateful Senate showering him with honors and titles.
Deep in his mind, though, he knew that he still had more work to do. Rome must be a word that makes the world tremble.
And he was to be the man to make it so, much as his ancestor Furius Camillus was.
End ACT I