"Okay, Romans, prepare for battle!", the Roman chief, Angusito commanded. All Romans drew their swords, "Attack!" the Roman chief commanded, so all the Romans started the war. One had already got hurt, but another one retrieved him. "We have got to conceive a plan", Dounat, a Roman said. "Whisper Whisper Whisper", they said, and ran to their positions. "We forgot something", Berato Romani said. "Oh ! Don't worry," said a voice. "I received it from Anguisto." "Who said that?" said Anguisto, wielding his sword. "Ouch ! Ha .. Ha .. Hal ... Hall ... Hallo ROAR ! " Anguisto growled, but then Bertie, the Roman grabbed Anguisto's sword and stabbed him with it. He fell to the ground with a groan, killing all the Sikons. "Bertie, as the son of Anguisto, is now the Roman chief!" Bronto announced. "I am so relieved !" All the Romans shouted, " Bertie is the best ! ...