Rinack smiled wickedly, as he watched the men burn to ash, and dust. He then tilted his head slightly, before he started his rant of sorts.
"Look, at what you see before you. Your general giving up helpless women and men, simply because he didn't want to waste the resources to save them....What will happen to you when you are wounded, or if you disagree with his orders? He will give your life up, just like he did with them....but, if you all turn against him, and his pitiful mage....I will not only spare your life, but share my power with you...So, are you an expendable dog? Or are you a man with a will to not only live, but flourish under my wing? Your families...what of them? This general would most likely use civilians for cannon fodder, if he so willing to give up lives....When the barbarians lay siege to your cities, are you going to watch them die...or let me save the......Heed my words, legionaries. For if you choose...poorly, they may be the last you hear!" Rinack shouts, his voice carrying quite far. He then turns, and moves back though the ranks of the barbarians, to recoup his strength. He awaits a spear to the back, or a sword though his heart, for he lacks the strength to really withstand such an attack at this rate. He would see if his bluff paid off.