. . .
Alongside your brothers and sisters in arms, you look forward. Another army gathers a mile away from your position. Your leader, the man you would die for, the very man that saved you all those years ago, passed through the field of your soldiers. While passing you, he pats your shoulder and nods and moves on.
Kaligula gets to the front of his army and looks over everyone. He looks down and thinks for a moment. He raised his shield and claymore and cried out.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
You and the army you fight for do and cry the very same as he turns and looks the other army.
Kaligula marches on, his armor glistening in the sun.
. . .