Speaking of the Iliad, listen to this verse that Hector said,
No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate.
And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it,
neither brave man nor coward, I tell you --
it's born with us the day that we were born. Iliad VI, 580
But look what happens later...
But the two Aeantes blazing in battle-fury
saw to Imbrius now...as two lions seizing a goat
from under guard of circling rip-tooth hounds,
lugging the carcass on through dense matted brush,
hoist it up from the earth in their big grinding jaws.
So the ramping, crested Aeantes hoisted Imbrius high,
stripping his gear in mid-air, and the Little Ajax,
raging over Amphimachus' death, lopped the head
from the corpse's limp neck and with one good heave
send it spinning into the milling fighters like a ball,
right at the feet of Hector, tumbling in the dust. Iliad XIII, 240
I don't know where I'm going with this Sir2u. Do you know?