Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.

Be careful what you pray for.

War's balance will prevail.

I'm just a weapon of the god.

The only unfair fight is the one you lose.

And what do the Theban hoplites see in this extended rending of the sky, this white-bright glory of Enlil's lightning? The future, but not theirs: paired cavalry fighters; formed ranks of armored death; grim men on their tall horses with lightning limning weapons tailored to the task; men spoiling for a fight if the gods allowed - the Sacred Band of Stepsons, out from shadows and the dark.

No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.