This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.
For Tempus...was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won. Combat was life to him; he fought like the gods themselves.
Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.
As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.
I must decide if you deserve to die.
Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.