“Riding on weather chariots, we stride to the battlefield of glory and pain, but were denied. Pestilence rained down and subdued flesh! Three charioteers incapacitated. With numbers growing cold, the warriors of the north play hard, but are no match by any means for the swiftness and prowess of the Legion.

Not one death to show the fans, even after all their help! In disgust, they exile from the team.

all seemed lost til the four winds blew!

The ground bleeds open and the charioteers' leader rises with four war horses. Each with the sacred runes of Hades! War, Courage, Power, and Death! the return of DeMaio heralds the new beginning.

DeMaio "Razor whips to those who break! Now don thy death shrouds! Fearless into battle we shall gallop! To the endzone we place the ball, or CAS our ass trying! And into the maw of Hell, we shall cast the husks that once were bodies...fallen by our hand!"
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