As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.
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.
Life to you, Riddler, and everlasting glory.
The only unfair fight is the one you lose.
War is all and king of all
Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.