Time Traveler

I grab a sword from a fallen soldier and run north hoping to dodge through the action to a safe place. But soon I am engulfed in a pitched battled. I am taller than the soldiers around me, but no stronger. These are battle-hardened men and well-armed. I kill one of Pompey's men with my sword, but another impales me with his pike. I die a slow and painful death. If only I had translated that message ...