It happened that in each army were triplet brothers. Mettius and Tullus agreed that each city would be represented in battle by its triplets, and that the city whose triplets won would rule the losers' city. The Romans' triplets were the Horatii, and those of Alba Longa were the Curiatii. The fight began, with both armies watching and cheering their boys on.
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| | The signal was given. Like an army, with their deadly weapons ready for battle, the triplets dashed forward against their enemy, bringing into battle all the courage of their great armies. Neither the Horatii nor the Curiatii thought about the danger; their only concern was whether the city would rule or be ruled, and what future they would create for their city.
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| | Immediately upon the men's first clashing together, their weapons rang out, and their glittering swords flashed in the light. The spectators were seized by great dread, their voices and breaths halting in unfailing hopes of victory; as they watched the men dodging and thrusting with their weapons, and receiving wounds and bleeding, two Horatii fell dead, one on top of the other, and the Curiatii were wounded. As the two Romans fell, the Alban army cried out with joy; immediately the Roman army lost all hope, but now worried about the one surviving Roman, who was surrounded by the three Curiatii. It happened that he had not been wounded; alone, he was certainly no match against the three together, but against them one at a time, he was a dangerous foe.
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| | Therefore, to take them on one at a time, he immediately dashed away, seeing that each of his enemies would follow as his wounded body allowed. Once he had fled some distance from where the battle had been fought, he looked back and saw them following with great distances between them; one was not far away at all. He turned back on him in a fierce attack; by the time the Alban army shouted to the other two Curiatii to help their brother, Horatius had already cut down his opponent and, victorious, was seeking the next fight. Then, with the kind of roar that usually arises after the unexpected happens, the Romans encourage their soldier; he hurries to finish off the battle. Before the one Curiatius, who was not far away, could reach his brother, Horatius had already dispatched him: now the two remainedone Horatius and one
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