Castus suddenly began to shake uncontrollably. He looked down onto his body and realized that he lost allot of blood and that it was becoming more of a struggle to breathe. Also, his vision was getting blurry, and he felt it hard to stand up and wield a sword. Instead of dying right then and there, he used up his last bout of strength to helicopter his way over to Armenius. "Armenius," he said, feeling breathless, "i want you to tell my son of my deeds. Tell Delcea that I loved her and never meant to leave. I also want you to know that you are a good soldier and a good man, and I couldn’t be more proud to have someone like you take my place within my family. Thank you for all that you've done and give me a true soldier’s funeral (burn body at the top of a fire pit with coins on the eyes for the "boatman" who carries souls across the river to the underworld). Honor me with a proper burial." "I will do as you say, Castus," said Armenius, realizing that he would be the last face that Castus will see.
"I will give you your burial, and tell our son of the bravery of his father and the strength he held within his heart. Goodbye dear friend." With one kiss to the forehead, and tears falling from both of their eyes, Castus was dead. Not one to leave an honorable soldier’s body to the vultures, Armenius took a break from the battle to take Castus' body over to a hiding place where he will collect it later on their return to Rome.
On his way back to the battlefield, Armenius noticed that there were a handful of barbarian soldiers left, the general included. He knew that if he were to kill the general, they soldiers would have no reason to fight and therefore they would most likely cease their attack and turn around. "This is it," he thought.
Now that Castus was dead, it was up to him, this former gladiator, to win the battle and make sure that the soldiers that were left would make it home to see their families. He knew that his next move was going to be the decider, the point that would drive home a miraculous victory or a disastrous loss. After much thought, he came to conclusion that he was going to do what Castus told him he did to Hannibal of Carthage: make an example out of him to serve as a warning, to never mess with Rome again.