Ares was shattered, physically and mentally. Yet even with the throbbing headache, he rallied his warriors. They had lost a handful of the First Century and the Ten. He shifted away the dead bodies of all the soldiers, including his own.
"We will mourn when we return home, we have to carry on." He said as he gazed upon his warriors. He then looked out to the seven of the Ten that had remained in good health. Three had died, and two were injured. They were brought down to half. Ares then looked over to Inta, who was being supported by the two that had been with him.
"You are to return home." He informed the remaining Ten that had survived. He looked over to half of the logistics team. "Some of you will return with them." Then he motioned his hand to twenty of his remaining warriors. "Escort them back."
