You’re a local. An innocent who got caught up in a war. You lay in the middle of the battle field badly injured, dead bodies and fights going on around you. The enemy didn’t care that you were a local. They would kill anyone who wasn’t their own.

an enemy saw you, and raised his sword to cut your head off, but a spartan drove his spear through the enemies heart before they could. The soldier looked down at you and then kneeled to get a closer look “you are no soldier. Why are you here?”