Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150327200913/@comment-24685738-20150426155306

The Son of Kyne looked to his two friends, both who looked battle-scarred and determined not to stop. Plus, the little voices in their head continually egged them on.

He turned back to his army, and gestured for anyone who was ready to give their lives in service to go. Forty Half-Gods fled, promptly, heading for the nearest Cohort.

Sixty Half-Gods left.

Sixty Half-Gods ready to die.