You should see the Draft Lobby, Spaniard. Fifty-thousand Romans watching every movement of your sword, willing you to make that killer blow. The silence before you strike and the noise afterwards. It rises. It rises up like a storm. As if you were the thunder god himself. Brothers, what we do in life echoes in eternity. Ultimately, we are all dead men. Sadly we cannot choose how but we can decide how we meet that end in order that we are remembered as men. And when you die – and die you shall – your transition shall be to the sound of ...