The battle may have already been lost, but that did not prevent Tyr from taking out a few of the Romans. He was angry, and his sword cried out for justice for the poor women who felt they had no other alternative than death. Their lost lives would not be in vain if he could help it.
As one soldier lost his head to Tyr's blade, a satisfactory grin began to grow. "You should appreciate that. Short of crucifixion, I hear beheading is all the rage with your kind." Maybe he had that wrong, but he didn't care. It was good to dish a little back.
It was obvious Tyr was distracted, that someone should be able to approach him unaware from behind. Fortunately for Justice, it was a tap on the shoulder, rather than an actual attack. Before he could swing around, he heard the words of greeting. And the voice behind them.
Swinging around, Tyr greeted the goddess his sword pointed directly at her chest. "Bellona. I should have known. I am surprised you have the nerve to call me Barbarian."