From Rome Against Rome
[points to corpse
] This man died yesterday in battle. Today the Goddess will accept him into Her legions... and he will fight against his old comrades.
] A dead soldier cannot fight against anyone
[taking dish and drinking
] Blood! Rise soldier... in drinking your blood I have given it life. It now flows through your veins. Rise! Rise!
He breathes! He moves!
Look at him. He is alive, yet he has no will. He is the perfect warrior, for he's immortal; no one could ever kill him twice.