"The Crotonians have humiliated us! Why don't our soldiers teach them a lesson?!" Stronpolis, who had once called for compromise with Crotone, now fumed with outrage.
"Our soldiers obeyed Lord Juleios's orders and guarded the city, but they're seething with anger! They'd gladly eat the Crotonians alive!" Amintas vented his frustration, his voice sharp with the fervor of a soldier who yearned for action.
"Governor, are we just going to let the Crotonians run wild on our land?!" Scumbras's voice rang with indignation, the frustration of the assembly boiling over.
Juleios's eyes gleamed as he raised his hand for silence. His tone was steady, but it carried the weight of iron resolve. "Of course not!" he declared, the room instantly hushed by his presence. "Pulling back a fist is to deliver a stronger blow. It's a fact that Crotone's army is stronger than ours. That's why we must wait—like a skilled boxer who defends, watches for an opening, and strikes with a single, fatal blow!"
