With the sword to his neck Olanus is slowly getting up, looking straight into Anus’ eyes and smiling. Who would have thought that you remained a fool, says Olanus. I’ve grown to accept who I am and to be at peace with how the world is, but not accept the brutality of it, says Anus. Olanus starts laughing. Yet here you are, sword in hand at the throat of your brother. Doesn’t that say anything about you? Asks Olanus on a smug tone. I am only defending against vile brutes that force others into their submission. I am protecting those weaker than an empire. And yet you call yourself civilized and merciful, when you have forced to live be your rules and under a filthy delusional king. After hearing this Olanus snaps and slaps Anus’ sword away from his neck. And gets into his face. He is merciful! He is good! He brought peace to the empire! How dare you call him a king when is he simply a man doing a good deed to keep these people safe? They were fine, you brought them danger by uprising against those that wanted to help!

Hearing this, Alicaria runs and gets between the two, trying to pull them apart. After spending the last week listening and trying to figure out a way to get back on his good side, Alicaria couldn’t do much, but observe and learn from a distance. She also knew that the Caesar wasn’t a very patient man after setting a goal in his mind and now his goal was to crush this rebellion as fast and as brutally as he possibly could do it. Olanus with a fist clenched and another hand on his sword is looking directly into Anus’ eyes. And Anus with his sword out, looking back into Olanus’ eyes, Alicaria could barely fit between the two giants that were ready to kill each other. She screams at Olanus to only be pushed to the ground by him, he had lost all the respect for her. Anus seeing this goes to help her back up.

Olanus turns his back to them and tells them that this isn’t over and that this will be the gravest mistake they will ever make. That their lack in judgment and lack of vision for the grater good is but a shame thus worthy of his pity and frustration. Olanus starts moving back towards the Roman camp. You are the blind one! You coward! That’s what you always did, you hid behind the Caesar! You never had the gumption to face me, not then, not now, not ever! And I’m going to see to it that if we’ll see each other next, you will choke on your blood and words, screamed Anus. Olanus without flinching turns back running, pulls out his sword and…

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