[ WP ] The Roman and Aztec Empires covering all of Europe and North America respectively have survived into the Modern era . Now at war write from the perspective of one of the troops on the ground

The priests have made their offerings. Millions were taken to the temples and sacrificed. Huitzilopochtli is satisfied. He must be satisfied. He will guide us against these... Romans. The heavens will grant us victory, our Gods will defeat their Gods. Jupiter can not stand against the full might of Huitzilopochtli, not when we have shaken the continent itself to gain his favor. 
 
 But they are good warriors. They do not have the wild strength. The Aztec strength. Instead they march into battle in straight ranks, disciplined and stony. Rigid. Not cowards though. It takes a great effort to make these Romans retreat. Their Gods are not weak like those of the American tribes. When they stop to rest, their Gods put up great wooden walls. Sometimes even stone. Supposedly they earn such favor by making captured slaves play games. I will die before I fight for their gods. Every man among us will die before that dishonor. Games are for the proud, those who do not fear death. Not those who chose to live on as slaves. 
 
 We are almost upon them. It has been a long time coming. A long time since we snuck onto the coastline using the cover of night. An even longer time since the great fleet set sail from Aztlan. Soon we will take them by surprise. Fall upon their cities, sack them one by one, offer their people to the Gods. Rome wil- 
 
 Shouting to the left. Clashing of weapons. Clanking. Sounds like steel. Romans? Has to be. The Romans surprised us! 
 
 `` Protect the flank! Kill the Romans!'' 
 
 Run like the jaguar, prowling, darting back and forth between the trees. But these are not jaguar lands. Not jungle. Forest gives way to open terrain. 
 
 No. Lines of them, far as the eye can see. Those damned red-feathered helmets. What is that smell? Smells like the burning lea- 
 
 Romans must have lit the forest on fire. Need to escape. Run. I am a Jaguar warrior. No men alive are swifter. 
 
 `` Charge!'' 
 
 I will feel my swinging arm thud to a halt as my macahuitl breaks their necks. I will smell their blood and their fear. We will crash through them. Traps mean nothing to the Aztec. We are nature, uncontrollable fury. We are the wave smashing apart their lines. We are the lava from the volcano, spreading and consuming. Rome will burn. It begins here. 
 
 My first foe. Die! He hides behind his shield. I will dance around, he can not keep up. Swing away to the side, leaning back. Dart in, go for the kill. His companion's shield blocks it. Damn their formations. Try the other side. Dodge his sword. Strike at the neck. Got him! Huitzilopochtli grants me victory. Why is he still standing? Still fighting? He should be dead. I'm bleeding. But -- the Roman got me. When he swung his short sword. I did not realize. 
 
 I -- am not long for this world. I will offer one of their lives. Die a warrior, so that I follow the rising sun east in the afterlife. Must crash through the shields. Ignore the swords piercing my skin. I do not feel them. I am Aztec! I am a Jaguar warrior! I will rip out hi-. 
 
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 Not really Modern era fighting, but whatever. 

