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Whoa, I didn't say anyone was dead, just that there's gotta be a lot of cop action in heaven. And I don't know what Oliver has to do with bondage lumberjack rape in hell. Don't be silly, silly.

Miles ain't dead, he's just become a nightlight.

Edward pulled his arm out "your bust got smaller, Ivy."

Nightmare shrugged and started playing Deadliest Warrior the game "Spartan against Apache.... put butter on the Apache, he's toast."

Ivy grinned. "Who cares about money? I can still my own and have a team perfectly well equipped to help me do so. Oliver may not be rich, but dead or alive he'll always be damn good looking."

Pam sheepishly cleared her throat. "I'd like to hear more about his interests in eco-terrorist." She looked at Eric. "Radioactive or not, Miles is still a kind and gentle soul and a very sweet and special man."

Ivy glowered. "Yeah, that's why he sold the damn watch we got him for Christmas." She crossed her arms.

Pamela blushed. "He did so to survive, he needed weapons. I'm glad our watched could be useful to his survival.

Ivy scoffed. She kicked Edward in the nads and smiled. "And your sack just got bigger."

It's not that surprising. Spartans focused more on group tactics. They watched each others backs, so... I guess they're not very good at watching their own.

And surving out in the wilderness has nothing to do with either combat or actual survival. If they survived it was more likely a combination of already learned skills, i.e. training, and sheer dumb luck. There's no innate combat prowess. And all of that's only if the graphic novel 300 was not exaggeration... >_>

But anyway, Spartans pretty much lived in a grand city and trained. And the way they trained was to go out in the wilderness, yes?

Apaches lived in the wilderness. There was no... not in the wilderness. No cities, just wild animals everywhere.

Offering a different kind of analogy, comparing Spartans and Apaches is like comparing the Sardaukar and the Fremen from Dune. They're both hardcore, yes. You expect one to be pretty damn hardcore considering where they come from and what they do, as well as the kind of reputation they have. But when it comes down to it, the Apaches, like Fremen, are just a little bit badder.

Ivy rolled her eyes. "When you die, that will be the biggest orgasm I've ever had." Ivy fluffs her hair and reapplies her lipstick.

Pamela blushed. "I think Miles is worth the risk."

What I mean is Spartans did that as a trial. There was a brief period of their life in which they went out and either lived or died. If they survived, that didn't automatically make them expert survivalists or anything. They just didn't die is all. Whereas the Apache learned all the time and were constantly being taught all the techniques the older ones knew. They lived in the wilderness all the time for their entire lives, no guards, no gates, no walls or city, no mountains or shields, hunting and providing for themselves. Rather than constant training for sporadic wars, they had constant wars with other tribes.