[h3][color=a187be][center]~Qelhatat~[/center][/color][/h3]

Qel gave Set a slightly annoyed look as he spoke. He was nothing more than a battle hungry fool who didn't think of the bigger picture, wasn't he? 

[color=a187be]"You underestimate our enemies, Seth."[/color] She bluntly replied. [color=a187be]"Kill as many as you want, but they will simply bring more. As much as we may not like to admit it, that roman was right. They currently have us beat in terms of both numbers and strength, which is why we must resort to less...honorable methods, some might say."[/color] She reached into her cloak and pulled out her dagger, observing it with a silent smile before turning to Bes'eshe. 

"[color=a187be]You think that served no purpose?"[/color] Qel continued, placing the dagger back in her cloak. [color=a187be]"A tiny little thought from one person can turn into something much...grander. Like a slow poison, slowly eating away at someone's mind. I said that because now they have heard the words, and with a little...careful planning, those thoughts can turn into something quite useful for one such as I at a later date. A little...discord among the troops would work quite well for me."[/color] Though, the roman troops were quite disciplined and swaying their minds with such words wouldn't be an easy thing even for her. Not on a little whim like that. Either way though, now that it had been planted in that group, maybe such thoughts might spread silently among them.

...it would certainly help if they could see the might of an Egyptian god right after hearing such words.

A grin crept across Qelhatat's face.

[color=a187be]"Well, do what you want though. Go talk to the commander, if you want. Although...hmm...no, I suppose it doesn't matter."[/color] She hummed quietly as she thought, turning to Set. [color=a187be]"May you'd like to display a little of that power of yours, though?"[/color]




[@Zahrale][@LadyRunic]