Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

Prolouge

"Mama!" The little girl was sobbing hysterically. "1Ego autem te non dimittet eos!" She was curled in the mud while the smartly dressed officers kicked and pushed her up. "Move it, scum!"
10 years later
Knock knock. "Enter!" A sharp, crisp voice called from the office. The young man walked into the room, slightly nervously. Calming himself, he sat down at the chair opposite the woman. Leaning forward, the woman placed her arms on the desk. "2quis est homo qui mater mea?"
"I do not know vat you mean" the man replied with a hint of German.
"quis est homo qui mater mea?" The woman said more forcefully.
"I said, I do not know vat you mean!" The man was scared now. He knew who this woman was and didn't like it at all.
Sighing, the woman stood up and looked at the man. "3I non vis facere," she put a hand at the mans mouth and clenched her fist. Long metal claws grew out of her knuckles like a cats claws. The man tried to cry out but before he could do anything, he fell onto the floor.

1:I won't let them take you
2:where is the man who took my mother
3:i don't want to have to do this