She...had somewhat of a point, he thought. His birth had been out of a desire to have someone else fight Set, after all. Trends like that didn't change over night. Or over a few thousand years, for that matter. "You lack..." He started, when one of his swords caught the mace but the power of the blow still sent him across the room.

Damn, he thought, mentally cursing at Set. This was, he thought, his uncle's fault.

"Death," Ninurta said, his voice low and rough as he smiled. "He is too weak for an honorable battle, too unskilled."

Heru righted himself against the wall he'd landed against, eyes narrowing. "Too weak? You do not know me well."