And so my king died, and my brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my king's...

[last lines] Dilios: And so my king died, and my brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my king's cryptic talk of victory. Time has proven him wise, for from free Greek to free Greek, the word was spread that bold Leonidas and his three hundred, so far from home, laid down their lives. Not just for Sparta, but for all Greece and the promise this country holds. [takes his spear from a soldier] Dilios: Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Plataea, Xerxes's hordes face obliteration! Spartan Army: HA-OOH! Dilios: Just there the barbarians huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers... knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of three hundred. Yet they stare now across the plain at *ten thousand* Spartans commanding thirty thousand free Greeks! HA-OOH! Spartan Army: HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH! Dilios: The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one, good odds for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine. [puts on his helmet] Dilios: Give thanks, men, to Leonidas and the brave 300! TO VICTORY! [the Greek army roars and charges]