The war had been glorous- true it had cost many Minoan lives, and lives of men from its allies, but there was now no doubt to all the world- Minoa was to be the supreme power around the med sea, and its allies the supreme powers in there respective areas...
The Final seige of Ravenna had gone well enough, slow becauseof a Minao lack of siege weapons, meaning that teh seige itself was one of reducement; bascally establish a defendable perimiter around Ravenna, and waiting, while launchin the occasional sortie to raid and pilage and try to inflitrate, and generally raise hell in and around the city of Ravenna...
It was with these types of sorties that the two champions each others forces, heros to their peoples both met upon the battle feild, on the Minoa side, it was the mighty Prince Hector of Troy, born in Troy, of the Royal heritage and Etruscan blood, trianed from brith to be all that a Minoan ruler should be, and he met the image perfectlly.
The Roman Champion as well was th epicture of what a Roman noble, he too a prince, the young and wiley Rhesus, he picture of what was admireable about the Romans, the two personas clashed upon the battle feild, it was imple enough, both sides were launching a sortie to the others fortifacations, and they met, by surprise, in the middle- at first neither side was very obliged to make a move on the other, more concerned as both were at rahcing the enymy fortifactions, even encourged, as men out on sorties ment less defenders at home, and each confident as they were in ther own defenders abilities to hold thier home position.
It was then that each other saw the make of each others tunic, the Imperial Blue and Gold of the Minoan Empire, and the blood red of Rome royalty, and the fates made it known that day that the rest of the war was to be dedicded on the fate of a single combat.
The comabt startes simply enough, both sides made no charge, but merelly walked up to one another, greetying each other in a rather warm fashion, while the two princes of the rival empires went and talekd amougnst them selves, getting to know, in some unseeminglly, unknowinglly morbid fashion the man eachother expected to kill...
it was severla hours after the mourning encounter had passed, msot of the chatter between the sides had died down, best not to get friendlly with the opposition in the midlle of a war after all, for at any moment thier prince may have to call upon them to have to kill the man they had just befriended, it was then thatthe princes made thier intentions known- there would be no battle between thier forces today, nor tomorrow, instead the rest of today would be used ot preapre, and the next day would come a mighty battle, not of the forces, but of the two princes themselves wuld be the ones to ingage in combat, as the prince of Minoa said;
"How unfair it is, that you, the loyal and brave people of minoa shoudl have to fight on my behalf, and while I, and ther amoung the great houses do battle here as well, that the bulk of the fighting shoudl fall upon you, no let the next day bring a reverse in these forutnes, and let it be me, of the greatest hous ein Minoa to do the fighting, to let the blame, or honour for victory or defeat go about on my shoulders, and let yours be sapred the burden fo your captians wrath for a day."
It was thus decided, and the pact made true by oaths and libations, that on the next day, on the noon hour, the two were to meet in battle.
The next day, was oddlly cheerey for the solomn day it was,the sun bright and shineing, yet each sides most favorite son was out to go to the feild of battle alone, and fight for the honour of thier nation, the spirit of each side was to be decided that day, who would have the spirit to win, and who would be doomed to dismal defeat.
They met soundlly enough, even clasping hands as show of friendship rather then animosity, the orince of Minoa remarking "If you were the prince of any other any other nation, i could have befriended you..", and prince of Rome quipping back "And if you sir, were the prince of any other nation, I would not have to kill you on this day."
it was thus decided, after a period of warming up, and assuring thier spirits of what they must do, the each, near simotaneouslly, gave a vengful howl, eachsides forces lookign on from thier respective battlement, cheering thier hero, and booing that of thier enemy, each side willing to charge out at thier princes first sign of trouble, his first sign that he was in trouble; in need, but each side knew that they coudl not interfere in this battle.
It was Rhesus who made the first lunge, Hector, simply shfitng his position to dodge the attacker, who, without the barrier of flesh and armor he was expecting to hit, greatlly overstepped his intention, and leaving him unguarded and exposed for a few briefe moment, a moment, which, if the Minoan had choose to, could have ended the battle right there, but such a tactic was not to be used him, he wished to see the Roman prince fight better and gain better honour for himself and his nation before he, like that nation he represented, was vanquished.
Now it was the Minoans turn to attack, with an unorthadox move, to the Romans at least, he used his sheild as a weapon, and used to ram, and putting his weight behind it, ram into and force the enemy onto the gorund, to unnerve and unsettle him, needless to say, the Roman, caught unawares and by surprise by this feat, was knowcked of his feet, wild eyed and bewildered at just what was happening in the few seconds it took to happen, once he figured it out, he grew furious at the Minoan, "How dare the Minoan, the callouse invader of his land humilate him like that, how dare he!" and wtha vengful lust he charged, the melee that followed was fast past and furious, dogdes parries, thrusts, cuts, slahses, and the occasional nick and cut to each prince came and went, the two sides seeminglly matched to combat and duel with eachother forever, and eventually, it all came to the fates, or the will of the gods as who would win on that day, for the indomitable hecotr thrust his sheild, and at the same moment, the Roman prince, for once, was just barelly to slow, and the force of the blow was felt full on into his body, to strong, and forcefully concetrates for his armor to block, the sword inbedding itself deep within its new host, th elook of show and surprise coming over the Roman was obvious, his nation was that of proud warriors, once the master of thier lands, and slated to become great, reduced by that of the Minoans the sad lonelly citadel that the were, no curses came from Rhesus, but the look of saddness was obvious upon his eyes as he, in seeming slowness beyond that of normal reckoning, hit the ground.
with that, a great cheer rose up from amoung the Minoan host, as they saw whos crest it was the stood tall and proud upon the heml of its wearer,the mighty hector, looking away from his fallen foe lifitng hsi arms, more remorsefully perhaps then he mighjt have dione usually to share in the reveallry of his troops.
the seigeof ravenna did not last long after, the Kin gof Rome went mad, and the people of the citidel was ocursedlly depprsesed, few sorties came out, and, but a week after the fateful battle, the Minoans came, in full and bloddy force, and wrecked havoc upon the soldires of the last bastion of the king of Rome, and by the next day, there was question no more at whom was the new master of Italy.