I imagine myself in Tlaxcala as TLAHUICOLE, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop aztec dogs from advancing. We mow down aztec dogs but they keep coming. I shoot aztec dogs but I run out of arrows so I draw my macuahuitl and begin slaughtering aztecs, since aztecs are way more psychially inferior to me, I slay them by dozens. Then I get shot, but I didn't fall, I kept fighting. Then shot again and again. aztecs were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. They capture my and make tie me to a post like the cowards they are. Since they are way more physically inferior , they need a handicap. Making me fight aztec dogs one by one. I slaughter them as they come, on after the other they fall to my club. The club that would take 2 regular men to weild normally. The cowards then gang up on me and hit me from behind. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see QUETZALCOATL (Tengri) smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in the SUN, my homeland. My TLAXCALTEC brethen gave me a warm welcome to the battlefield of the SUN. I finally made it, I finally can join Huitzilopochtli in battle...