Lion Head Mesa lacrimosus

Amun frowned.
ramesses sighed.
"i expect i will be dead." his voice was light, pondering. "satsu as well. the rest of them, wounded. scattered."
"i have not seen battle but from afar, and it is truly hideous."
"and i have no soldiers to call up. no scourge with which i might whip my enemy." an marble brow arched. "when you delivered your messages, did you tell these barbarian leaders that you yourself did not intend to fight with them?"
pharaoh flicked his gaze toward the roman. "leave, if you desire. the boy will follow. i will tell satsu she should gird herself for war."