Sometimes a man does what he'd most like to avoid.

Some nights, valor and cold purpose aren't enough.

"Godling? Demigod?" Lysis nearly howled. "You'd be beaten black and blue in Thebes, and staked out overnight for claims like that. In Sparta, the secret police would ambush you, violate you, skin you alive and use your skull for a drinking cup."

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.

Fury from the heavens; fury at the gods - inseparable.

Humiliation sets armies marching, empires falling, breaks hearts and minds and souls.

The only unfair fight is the one you lose.