The air is thick with fog of the early morning, hanging over the field like a cloud. Among hundreds of soldiers, Agrippa stands with them, fingers clenching and unclenching around his gladius as he waits for the command to move forward against the enemy. Though Agrippa’s face does not move, does not betray any emotion, he is filled with nerves of the upcoming battle against Brutus and Cassius’ forces. He stands waiting, ready to raid their camp.