Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.

The only unfair fight is the one you lose.

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.

These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?

Fight for life itself and everlasting freedom of the human spirit.

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.