They do feel like a stage, but the true drama is in the sweat and blood. The one that stays in my mind was the stand at the walls of Troy. We were a handful of brothers, armor dented, spears sharp, and the enemy swarming like wolves. I threw myself in front of the archers, shield up, shouting at them to halt. Their arrows rained down, but I held the line long enough for the Greeks to sneak through the gates. That fight taught me that a single, fearless heart can turn the tide, even against an army of gods. How about you? Got a battle that still makes your heart pound?