"I know you well," Astarte said in an arch tone as she fired her first arrow. It went into Heru's left shoulder, and she smiled as she pierced the skin.

"I do as well," Anat said as she turned from Heru's wall with one of his swords in hand. "Pretty weapons, and so little use of them. Even when he fought our husband - you remember, sister?" She asked Astarte. "It was more like...foreplay than true war." There was a sneer in the Sumerian war goddess' voice.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Astarte said with a laugh as she approached. "Though I did often wonder when the Egyptians did not just stop playing games and marry you and Set to each other." She shrugged. It mattered little. "Now, Horus, I promised I would not knife you, did I not?"