While the rest of us are actually getting in there, mixing it up in grand battles, putting ourselves at risk like the noble, valiant, and war-like demigods we're supposed to be playing, the craven player will select Regulus and avoid combat. He will fire long-range crossbow bolts while hanging back. He will run away if you get near him. He'll malinger in the middle distance, darting in and out of your view radius like a fly you though you saw. In fact, Regulus gets the ability to track his target anywhere on the map, and he can then fire a shot that does more damage at longer ranges. It's an incentive for Regulus to run away and take cheap shots when you least expect them.

He can also drop invisible mines, which are, of course, banned by various international treaties and Princess Diana, rest her soul. What kind of jerk would do such a thing? Regulus. That's what kind of jerk.

But what I appreciate about Regulus, and also to a degree about Erebus, Unclean Beast, and Torch Bearer, is that he's an example of how this game can create strong feelings about the demigods other players are using. For instance, you might not fully appreciate how annoying the Torch Bearer's frost powers are if you're actually playing the Torch Bearer. You have to watch the cooldown timer on your abilities shoot up into the double digits to really appreciate the impact. The Torch Bearer himself can't see this. For all he knows, the other player doesn't even notice he's being shut down.