"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze.

Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.

You have crossbows: Shoot early; shoot often.

We know. We've seen it all before.

I'm just a weapon of the god.