When, at the first encounter, the flashing swords rang on their
							opponents shields a deep shudder ran through the spectators, then a
							breathless silence followed as neither side seemed to be gaining any
							advantage. Soon, however, they saw something more than the swift movements of limbs
							and the rapid play of sword and shield: blood became visible flowing
							from open wounds. Two of the Romans fell one on the other, breathing out
							their life, whilst all the three Albans were wounded. The fall of the Romans was welcomed with a burst of exultation from the
								 Alban army; whilst the
							Roman legions, who had lost all hope, but not all anxiety, trembled for
							their solitary champion surrounded by the three Curiatii. It chanced that he was untouched, and though not a match for the three
							together, he was confident of victory against each separately. So, that
							he might encounter each singly, he took to flight, assuming that they
							would follow as well as their wounds would allow. He had run some distance from the spot where the combat began, when, on
							looking back, he saw them following at long intervals from each other,
							the foremost not far from him.