“...I invoke the right of my
blood ancestors, a line of great warriors! Warriors who were the ONLY to capture Rome, one of the greatest cities this world has ever KNOWN! I call upon the name of Brennus, the Chieftan
of the Senones. Under the power, the will of my blood ancestors, and Brennus himself, I hereby, REFUSE to accept this deplorable trial! I request... A TRIAL BY COMBAT! BY WHICH, I WILL PROVE MY INNOCENCE BY VANQUISHING SUCH UNJUST ACCUSATIONS, CRUSHING THEM TO DUST, LIKE THE SKULLS OF THOSE WHO THREATENED THE POWER OF THE CELTIC WARRIORS! VAE VICTAS! WOE TO THE CONQUERED!"
The room was silent as the proclamation began to settle within every soul in the courtroom. An uncomfortable shiver ran down the spine of those susceptible, as the prospect of a trial by combat rang through their bones, and ate at their timid imaginations with the stains that come with such conflict. Eyes darted to one another, each wanting to say a word but scared to break the deafening silence that was echoing throughout. The hearty, strong and defined young man stood at position as his declaration was all on the minds of the nearby town folk.
No sound came out of the room until the judge, jury, and executioner spoke at their podium.
