"Noooooo! ", This was the sound that came out of my mouth as I realized that if I didn't sacrifice one of my lambs to the twins Diana and Apollo, two things would happen, my men would be shrouded in the enemy, and two of the most frightening god's in the Roman Parthenon would grant me a crown bearing the words, "Corona tua ossa hominium et ossa hominium et fame facta est", which somehow I knew was roughly talking about the fact that us Romans had used almost rule in the book to both please the gods and destroy our enemies. As I'd been training in the gymnasium for over six years now, I'd decided to make an offering in the temple, but I knew someone was waiting for me around the corner